Hostile Hookup

Not...Yet...Ready

Chapter 26
The Hostile Hookup

Omg, what can I say about chapter twentysix? ALOT! I had this chapter perfectly planned out in my head for the longest and when I finally get it down on computer it doesn't sound a thing like it's supposed to!. Not to mention I had to change my ending a few times, and of course I had wanted to get this out before New Years...Epic fail.U_U But all in all I hope everyone had a good holiday. And I hope ur not to pissed that I was late again. Anyway this is the next to last chapter (I luv you all for sticking with me for so long!) so I did my best to fit alot in here. And I feel like theres alot else I should say but for the life of me I can't think of what, so Im just gonna say,

Enjoy!

Not Yet Ready

A lot can happen in a week's time.

With the arrest and trial and still having to deal with highschool finals.

And then of course there was graduation. The highlight of senior year.

At the start of her senior year, Heather thought that her graduation would have been nonstop partying the right to look down at the lowerclassmen and say, 'I'm finally finished with this shit! Peace out losers!' the right to leave all behind and move on to better things.

But now, with graduation having just ended Heather felt nothing more but a sense of completion...a temporary feeling of contempt.

Whit heeled sandals made soft clicking sounds against the concrete stairway as Heather made her way up.

She wore a simple light blue dress which complemented her figure quite nicely stopping just past her knees. Her dark hair blew gently with the gentle wind, a large pair of designer shades sitting purposely upon her face. In one hand she held her highschool diploma; in the other hand tucked appropriately against her she held an old worn china doll with lovely blue eyes and curly brown hair.

She paused halfway up her ascend at the sudden cry of,

"Hold on Heather!" She turned looking down the stairs to find her mother standing in a lovely yellow dress a bouquet of white flowers in her hand and a pink blanket draped over her arm, "Wait for your father dear!"

Heather gave a soft huff as she watched her father, dressed sharply in a suite, just a little ways off quickly making his way toward them his hands filled with childishly decorated gift bags.

Heather waited for her father to catch up to her mother and when they began their climb up the stairs she continued hers.

...

"It's May." Heather stated pointedly as she watched her mother kneel down next to Sarah's grave and tenderly wrap the pink blanket around the tombstone.

Leaning back Heather's mom smiled lovingly at the grave, "Hm?"

"It's May. And it's a sunny afternoon." Heather stated pointedly, "I don't think Sarah's in need of a blanket mom."

"Heather." Her father spoke warningly while fixing her with a chastising glare.

"What?" snapped Heather, "I'm just saying..."

Leaning in close to her Heather's father lowly spoke, "Let's not do this now Heather-feather...you know how she gets."

Heather's mother then spoke up softly, her voice wavering slightly, "Sarah...loved her blanket..." Her tone was wet and filled with remorse, "Sarah loved her blanket..."

Heather pursed her lips uncertainly lowering her gaze to the ground while her father moved to kneel next to his wife,

Placing a comforting hand against her back he rubbed softly saying, "Shh, honey, it's alright. We know she loved her blanket, shh."