Superhero

part 2: The Funeral

Stacy’s P.O.V.

*two weeks later*

Today is my father’s funeral… I don’t want to go but Uncle Gary, and the guys talked me into going. I also have to talk… I never told anyone about what my dad did to me… I was always too scared, scared of what people would think, maybe they would think that I’m weak and he’s just disciplining me because of how bad I’m being? I can tell you it wasn’t discipline… it was pure, good old, hatred. We had a special hate for each other.

“You ready babe?” Luke said, peaking his head through my door.

I got up from my bed, put on my coat, “Yeah, I guess. I got my speech right here.” He takes my one of my hands and places his other hand on my cheek, “Listen, I know you aren’t going to say a good thing.  I won’t judge you. No one is going to judge you. You have to go out there, and tell the people what he did to you. I know I don’t know exactly what he did, but I know it hurt you, and I want to know. Please, try to stay strong. Okay? I love you so much.” I was tearing up already and walked into Luke’s chest. He picked me up and walked me to the living room.

“She’s ready.” Luke announced and everyone grabbed their things and walked out to the car. Luke and I sat in the back, me laying my head on his, and him playing with my hands. The ride there was pretty much silent.

When we got to the service, a lot of people were there, Jesse, Israel, some family, and my dad’s friends. We got to our seats and the service started.

“We are here today to mourn over the death of Robert Day Peterson. He was 43 when he committed suicide. We may bow our heads in respect.” We bow our heads. “You may raise your heads. We now welcome his very own daughter, Stacy Elaine Peterson.” I slowly walk up to the altar and get out my paper.

“Ahem… my dad… was, to tell you the t-truth, he was a terrible dad. When I was 1, he almost killed me when my mother went on a business trip and didn’t feed me for a week, so I became incredibly ill. My mom fixed that. My mom was my supporter… I miss her so much. No one ever cared about me, except my Uncle Gary and now my 3 best friends and boyfriend, the band 5 seconds of summer. I love you guys. Anyways… nothing else happened until I was 10… my dad… raped me… I was not able to go outside or talk for 12 weeks… a couple months after that, my mom… ki…. Killed herself, she cut the arteries in her wrist. I cut myself hypothetically a thousand times. After that, my dad yelled at me… terrible names, I don’t want to mention because they are just too bad… and he hit me at least 4 times per 2 hours. I’m not saying I’m glad he’s gone, but I’m glad most of the torture is gone.”

I walk off the altar, with a standing ovation… I never thought this would happen…people aren’t judging me for once, but... Oh no…. Jesse and Israel are coming over…

“Hey, fuck you. You should go kill yourself. We hate you.”

“WHAT DID I DO THIS TIME?!?!?!??!?! I TOLD MY TRUE STORY! ALL YOU DO IS TALK SHIT TO ME AND I TELL THE TRUTH ONCE AND YOU STILL ATTACK ME?! UGH!!!!!!! I HATE THIS, I SHOULD HAVE NEVER AGREED TO THIS.” I say before pushing past everyone towards the car across the street.

“STACY! WAIT!” Luke yells, but I just keep running, not stopping to look for cars coming.

“WATCH OUT STACY!” Luke yells as I see headlights coming towards me, I feel a slight push before…… SCREEEECCCHHHH!!! CHRRSSHHHHH!