We all finished eating dinner. I pushed my chair back a bit to stand up and wash my plate, when I heard Bernard's mom say, Oh sweetie, you don't have to do that, I'll take care of the dishes, you two can go and hangout, it's alright."
I'm not used to having others do things for me, but I nodded my head and smiled. Bernard stood up and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. He lead me back up to his room.
When we got into the room, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his head on my shoulder. "You really are cute, you know that?"
I blushed and turned around to face him, his arms wrapped around my hips now. "You really think so?" I smiled.
He kissed me and said, Oh baby, I know so." He touched the tip of my nose with his and we just stood there like that for a few seconds.
Our foreheads were touching, our arms were wrapped around each other, and then he kissed me.
It was such a wonderful kiss, I felt like I was floating.
"Blake, I've gotta take you home now, baby. I can pick you up in the morning and take you to school though!"
He smiled at me, I loved the idea of him taking me to school. "Wait, what are other's going to say about us? What are they going to do when they find out we're together? What are we..."
Blake kissed me to cut me off, "We are going to be just fine, Blakey, you've gotta calm down, baby, okay. We're going to be the best couple in the entire school and i'm not going to let anyone get to you or make fun of us, okay."
Bernard reassured me. I kissed him. He grabbed my hand and lead me to the front door of the house.
"I'm going to go take Blake home now, mom!"
"Alright, drive safely! I mean it, Blake, you're invited any time! We loved having you over tonight!"
"Thanks, Mrs..."
"Please..., call me, "Mom"!" She smiled at me.
"O-Oh, t-thanks, Mom!"
Bernard smiled at that and closed the front door behind us.
I went to open my door when I heard Bernard clear his throat loudly.
"What do you think you're doing?" He questioned.
"I-I, erm..."
"I will open the door for you from now on. I'm going to be treating you like my little Prince, I will be doing things for you now."
"...Thanks, b-but, you really don't have to."
Blake walked over to me and opened the door. "I know I don't "have to", but I want to!"
I kissed him and then got into the car. He closed the door and walked over to the drivers side.
He began driving me home and we just laughed and talked the entire time.
We got to my house. Bernard rushed over to open my door for me before I could even think about getting out of the car.
"After you, my good sir."
"Why thank you."
He held his hand out to hold mine while I got out of his car.We both laughed and then kissed.
We stood on my front porch for a few seconds before saying our goodbye's.
"See you in the morning, Blakey!"
"See you in the morning!"
Bernard started walking towards his car and I unlocked the door and walked into my house.
The energy in the room felt very off. I saw my dad laying on the couch, he didn't look good. His face was very pale and he felt very cold. I started shouting out for my mom. I ran up to my room. It was a mess! All of my things were thrown about. It looked like an absolute disaster! I was so angry. I started calling out for my mom even louder at that point.
I ran back to the living room. My mom was standing at the foot of the couch just staring down at my dad. Tears started rolling down her cheeks.
I slowly walked towards her. "What's wrong mom?"
She looked up at me, her eyes were red and filling up with tears. "H-he, He's dead."
I took a step back, feeling dizzy, the room spinning around me, "D-Dead?"
I grabbed my phone and called, "911".
The ambulance showed up in what felt like forever.
I watched as they loaded him up on the stretcher.
I wasn't quite sure how to feel. He was always so mean to me, but, he was my dad. Was it wrong for me to not feel sad? Was it bad that I kind of for a moment felt relief?
My mom and I sat in the waiting room. We weren't sure what was going to happen after this.
A few hours went by. I felt like I couldn't breathe or even think. I should've texted Bernard, but, I felt like I couldn't move.
The doctor asked if we could come back and talk to him in his office. My mom and I stood up and followed him into the hallway.
"Have a seat."
He pointed towards a bench and some seats in his office.
We sat down, ready to hear what the doctor had to say.
"I know that this is going to be hard to hear and I'm sorry that I have to be the one to tell you this, but, he didn't make it."
My mom grabbed a hold of me tightly and screamed into my shoulder. This was really eating her up and making her so sad. I felt really bad for my mom. I just didn't understand why I didn't feel the same way as her.
My mom was able to gather herself for a moment so that the doctor could continue with what else he has to say.
"We did some testing and the results we got back were very shocking. He died of a heroine overdose. Did your husband have a preexisting drug problem?"
My mom dug her face into my chest and began wailing. I decided that it had to be me to talk to the doctor at this point.
"Yes, he did have a drug issue."
"Alright, I'm sorry for your loss."
My mom looked up at the doctor. "I knew this was going to happen, I just wish I would've dine more to help him, I'm such an awful person, this is all my fault!"
She began wailing again.
"Ma'am, I'm sure you did all that you could do. This isn't your fault."
The doctor smiled and walked out of the room. I grabbed my mom and lead her out of the room. We walked slowly back into the waiting room.
"Why aren't you crying?" My mom questioned.
I stood there, just staring blankly at her.
"I'm not really sure myself, mom."
