Broken

Chapter 6

2 weeks later
Steeve's POV

Sunday, the day of my mother's funeral. I feel like my soul has drained out of my body. I have no emotion left in me.

Everyone around me are crying as the plaster talked about how she lived her life with strength even after her husband died. She didn't have any strength. She was weak.

All these people coming to me, shedding their tears and talking about how sorry they are for my loss. I'm sure these people didn't even know her.

Its my time to speak in front of these hipocritical people. I reach the stand and look at the crowd. I'm sure she didn't know so many people.

"She was the only one I had. Other than my best friend Lola," I look at my crying friend and I feel like I want to throw up.

"She was the one I cried to when my father died. She was the one who cared for me. The one who told me everything was going to be okay even though she knew it wouldn't. The one who always made me smile in dark times. The one who held me when I thought everything I did was hopeless. The one who was proud of me for whatever goal I achieved. When I was lost, she found me. When I was in the dark, she led me to see the light. She was my light. When she was happy, I was happy. I don't know what to do without her."

I looked at Lola through the whole speech. Somehow I know in speaking about her.

"My mother will be missed deeply, and I will lose all my strength for she was the one who gave it to me. I love you mom. Always."

I steo down from the stand and sit down in my seat in the front row beside Lola and her parents. I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up to see Lola sniffling and smiling softly.

Somehow I feel like a hypocrite myself. Of course I love my mom, but most of the things I said, they relate to Lola completely.

Lola's POV

I'm a complete mess as Steeve steps down. How can he do this to a person? Especially me.

I feel so bad. Somehow I wish it was me. I wish everything that Steeve is going through, I could just go through it myself instead of him.

But I know that's not how life goes

And I'm not as strong as he is.

My lovely Steeve is probably scattered in pieces.

No, there's no probably.

He is broken.

And the wind is blowing away all the little pieces.

I try to stop crying and rest my hand on his shoulder. He looks at me and I smile softly. This is my guy.

Steeve's POV

I space out the rest of the funeral until it was time to leave. I take Lola's hand and stand up. She looks at me confused.

"Let's go for a walk," she looked to her parents for permission and they nod.

I lead out of the cemetery and continue down the road. The wind is blowing strong and it whips Lola's hair in her face. She slowly puts her thick lock behind her ear. I'm still holding her hand. I look at her carefully. She's beautiful.

"What?" She realizes that I'm staring at her.

"Your beautiful," she looks taken back.

"What?" Probably she didn't hear me the first time clearly.

"You are beautiful," I say louder. She seems to have heard me this time.

"No I'm not,"

"Yes you are. Are you telling me vthat your insecure?" She avoids eye contact. I stop and turn her to face me.

"Don't, ever, let anyone tell you that your ugly. Your beautiful, you hear me?" She smiles and nods.

"You too." She says and I smile.

~~~~~~~Monday~~~~~~~

Steeve's POV

I look at myself in the full size mirror. My 'new look'. I'm done with dressing like a geek and I'm done with taking shit from people.

I'm wearing a black button down shirt, black jeans and black Jordan's with a black cap turned to the back. Basically I'm wearing full black. The only other colour us my jewelry which consists of chains and a watch, all in gold.

I like the new me. I look like a person someone will dear not to ness with.

I take up my bag and phone and exit my room. Lola's parents took me in until I left school for college. Both Lola and I. Sweat couple.

I knock on Lola's door. She slightly opens the door, only for her to peek her head through. I roll my eyes.

"C'mon Lola, let me see how you look!"

I decided that, since I'm changing my status, why not carry my best best friend along? But of course she's hesitant.

"I feel named even though I'm wearing clothes. Can't I just wear my old clothes?" She whines.

"No! Now let me see." She groans and slowly opens the door, releaving her in a black crop top with neon green and pink laces, showing her bellybutton and black jeggings (jeans made with soft flexible material) and with neon green and pink laces. She wears diamond earrings, gold cross necklace and gold bracelets. Her hair us carried to the side of her face by a clear clip. Her make up is done like a professional. Well you can say were both rocking black.

"You look hot." I say and she blushes.

"You look okay I guess," she bites her bottom lip.

"You guess? I'm smoking girl!" She laughs and takes up her bag and closes her room door.

We go down the stairs and into the kitchen where her mom and dad are preparing breakfast.

"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Myrie!" They look up and smile.

"Good morning Steeve," Mrs. Myrie says and looks me up and down.

"Steeve your smoking!" She grins.

"I told you!" I say to Lola and she mutters a "oh my god" and looks away.

"Good morning mom and dad," she says.

"Lola, you better watch out for those waste boys. They'll be coming at you as you leave the house." Her dad says.

"I think the easier way of saying that is that she's smoking hot." I say and the laugh, Lola rolling her WYES.

"Alright, breakfast is ready. Let's eat up!" Mrs. Myrie places the plates filled with scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes with syrup. We all immediately sit down and start eating.

About ten minutes later we were finished and Lola and I leave the house and walk to school.

We arrive at the school doors and we stop.

"You sure about this?" she asks nervously.

I smile and open the doors.