LOVE SCARS

chapter 3; Ninenth day

"Hell no!"

"Now what's wrong with this one?"

" its a funeral Angie not a birthday party"

You want to impress him. Right?"
"Yah"

"So what's wrong with being slutty as long as you get what you need" 
Don't mind that argument I do it a lot when dressing. I guess that's always why I take along time getting dressed.

Slutty it is. Don't worry sn't too slutty.
It was a black dress which ended up on my knees. It had a short slit which quite revealed not too much.
I wore my black heels, put my makeup on and headed down stairs.

Well it had been three days since Sean died and it has been quite a hard week for Malone. His mother was still in a comma. And his dad was busy nursing her.
Today was Sean's funeral and I needed to be there to support him.

Before I go downstairs maybe I should check myself a little bit.
I ran back to my room and walked straight to my mirror. I looked beautiful.

"Wow darling you look beautiful." Aunt Keisha praised as I slowly went down the stairs.

"Thanks, you don't look bad yourself."

"Well thank you honey."

Malone's POV

I still couldn't believe reality. Sean was dead. 15 years, was all he lived. I took the black suit my dad bought for me. I was ready to go.
My phone vibrated, I got a text. It was my Mike one of my close friends.

Dude am so sorry about your brother
                          Thanks men
Am sorry but I can't make it. I have to plan my uncle's wedding
                                   No prob

See how life's unfair.
Am moaning my brother's death while someone else is planning a wedding.  Curse my life.

We drove to the burial place.  
How would Angie dress?  Always came in my head.  Fuck you Malone how could you possibly think of a girl and your brother is dead.

I arrived early. Though my dad was already there.
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"Mr Peter," I heard as we  were about to enter in the car. It was Angie with her aunt.
Angie looked at me nervously as her cheeks turned red. My eyes slowly moved down her body in admiration. Her black dress exposed her boob line. The dress hugged her body perfectly. Her 34D boobs stood. How will they fell as I suck them?
Fuck what am I thinking about?

"Hi," she said as she noticed me staring at her tits.

"Hi... Angie. Thank you for showing up."

"I couldn't miss this, he was like a brother to me."

My dad took her aunt and introduced her to his friends.

There was an awkward silence.
My brain still wanting to see more kept staring at her. Her dress had a big slit which stopped just below her thighs.

"You look beautiful Angie." I said realizing how weird I was.

"Thanks, you also look cute."
 
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"Sean was a good boy. We'll behaved at school, her mum who is still recovering loved her so much." My dad started as we all gathered for the ceremony at our house. "Last week was his birthday. I remember he was so happy to turn 10." I nearly lost control of my emotions as I listened to my dad.

"That morning when he woke he told me, 'dad, am now grownup and my can noe be written in two figures'" I sadly laughed as a tear dropped off my eye.

" He wanted to go to Disney land for his tenth birthday.  I told my wife that I should take him. And she agreed.
One day before... You know, the day. I got a phone call...from work and there was something I had to do the next day so I wanted to postpone it. He cried when I told him. I couldn't watch him him cry. So I... I... " he stuttered as his eyes started flooding.

" I told my... wSean
to...take him." My uncle came and helped to a sit as he was now crying.

"I am the reason he's dead." He thought he was the one to blame.

I couldn't watch this. I left to the bathroom. I cried as I banged my head hard to the wall. I had lost my mind.

RIP Sean

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