Pretty Boy (Completed)

Chapter (10) The funeral

* I dedicate this chapter to my best friend, who has been my rock throughout my whole life.
I love Nikki R. Evans ( no homo) *
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Adrianna's POV

Breaking the speed limit, swerving every which away trying to make it to Christian. Nearly getting myself killed, I was relieved to make it there in one piece.

Turning the knob on Christian's door, I saw him lying in bed with a blank expression on his face. Immediately, I could tell he had been crying from the dried up tears stains left on his cheeks. Walking over, I put my hand on top of his and he squeezed it for support. "Christian...I trailed off. Repeating his name, he still didn't answer. "It's all my fault, I should've never left," he said with no emotion. "If I were there, she would probably still be alive," he added as an after thought. "No no no, you can't take the blame for this, it's not your fault," I said soothingly trying to calm him down. Christian raised himself into a sitting position, "My mama always depended on me...for everything, he started. "The one time I'm not there, she dies and I couldn't be there for her," he cried. I couldn't take it anymore, I reached out to him to give him a hug. Rubbing his back , I let him know that I would be here every step of the way," I said. "My biggest regret.. is not getting a chance to tell her I love her," he begin to cry harder into my shoulder.

We sat like that for at least twenty minutes, I kept trying to assure Christian that everything was gonna be OK. The harder he cried, the worst it felt. I didn't know what it was like to lose a parent, since both of mine are still good and kicking. Christian moved his face out of the crook in my neck and he had tears and snot rolling down his face. My heart felt like it was breaking to see him in such a state of grief. There was something I had to do to be there for him.

Grabbing him by the hand, "I can go with you to the funeral if you want," I stated unsure of how he'd react. "You would do that for me?" He asked with a look of dismay. "Yes silly, why wouldn't I?" "What about your parents," Christian asked. "I'm sure they would want to come as moral support," I assured him. "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up," I said while leading Christian to the bathroom.

After an thirty minutes, Christian came out of the shower looking like a new man. Except for the puffy red eyes, he really did look good. "Do you wanna come to my house? I don't feel like you should be alone right now." "That's fine," he said sadly. I kissed him, and we walked to my car to head to my house. Instead of driving like a madman, I took my time making my way to my house. As we pulled up in the driveway, I looked over at Christian. It seemed like he was in deep thought staring at the dashboard. If only I knew how to read his mind, I would try and do anything to cheer him up. "Earth to Christian, you coming?" Nodding his head, he unlatched his seatbelt and got out to come with me inside.

Christian's POV

It was around one in the morning, I jumped as I felt my phone vibrate next to my head. Something seemed off, and I knew it had to be bad news if somebody was calling this time of morning. I was prepared for bad new, I just wasn't prepared for the news I received. Glancing at Tasha's name flashing across the screen, I was almost tempted to let it go to voicemail. Instead, I answered the phone and took a deep breath. Tasha spoke the words I thought I'd never here. She told me my mom was dead. My heart broke into a million pieces, I was flabbergasted. The phone dropped out of my hands and I cried and cried. I blamed God, myself, I even blamed my mom from her lifestyle. By the time I was done crying, I felt like I had no tears left to cry.