In Love With My Best Friend's Brother Book:1 By SCM75

CHAPTER 15

A New Beginning

Comes

From And End

Severn hours later and $654.35 charge to my credit card, I was at St Paul's Hospital. I was moving so fast I nearly knocked over a pregnant lady on my way to the my dad's room. I just made it. I was there. I would be with my dad, finally, after all this month. It was a reunions long overdue, and now it was to be too late. 

I wouldn't let my mind go there until I have to. 

An overly makeup woman out of 38 hard lived years met me outside his door. Her eyes were wide and scared beneath her helmed stiffly brown hair , and I knew at that instant...

 He was gone.

 She had the same look my dad had on his face when I first asked him where my mother was. I could never forget his face even though I was barely three. "She's gone, Bas," he uttered, his voice strangled tortured, as his buttoned up his coat. "You don't have a mother anymore." 

I turned to the door handle to see his hospital room, afraid to what I was fine behind it. 

"Im sorry, Bas," she added in her voice strangled and torture and just the same way. 

I enter the room so my dad, I saw the doctor disconnecting all the wire and oxygen he had on.. the doctor came to me and asked me. "Are you his son?" "Yes," I said. "I'm sorry for your lost," he said to me. I run straight to my dad bedside, started screaming, yelling and crying "Why did you have to leave me? why did you have to leave me all alone? I'm all alone I have no one. Please daddy wake up, please dad...daddy don't live me please. I'll come and live with you but...please...hic...hic." At that moment I felt my heart sinking. "Doo..n't...live." I was kissing and shaking him trying to wake him up.But it was to late, he was gone.

The doctor came to me and hold into a hug and calming me down. At that moment I wished that is was Copter the one hugging and comforting me,I felt so alone. I need him. But I knew I had to be strong keep on going. Now I need it to show everyone that I can be a the best writer but need to become a stronger man and I can become something that my dad will be proud of even though he's not here anymore.

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I stayed in a tiny apartment my dad shared with Lola while we made his funeral arrangements. It was going to be a small, quiet burial with just a few friends he had made in town, and me, the only relative I knew of.

 She made a huge show for paying all the bills for the casket and burial plot from their joint account, no doubt full of his hard-earned money. None of which I would ever see. I didn't care about his money though. Out of the few possessions my dad had, there was only one things I wanted.

 But it turned out she got greedy hands on that, too. 

When I brought my dad's long  black suit for the funeral home for the Undertaker, I asked them about my dad's gold cross.

"Your mother already took it," he answered his eyes kind of full of sympathy. 

I would have marched into her apartment and punched her in the face if I had any fight left on me. But I needed to spend, unable to sleep. I needed to last one more day and then he would finally be laid to rest. I would figure out how to get home later without gold cross.