Destroyed

goodbye father.

Today was the day. Saying good bye to him. It didn't feel real. The pain its so much. Too much, how could I deal with all of this. Everyone is disappearing from my life. My cheeks are stained with tears and leftover eyeliner I didn't care to wipe out. What's the point? The point of trying? In life anything I do will just revel how messed up my life is.

I get off from my bed having to push myself up and wear my fuzzy slippers. I step into the bathroom and take 3 steps to the shower. I open it to hot water then start to change when I step in the shower the water is hot maybe too hot. But its relaxing, when the drops hit my body its like my pain is washing away. As I start to feel better there it is a buzzing sound which I realize is my phone.
I grab a towel and wrap it around my body then answer my phone.

"Hello. Who is this?" I ask the person in the other side of the line.

"Its... Your brother" the person says. Right away i shut the phone. Who the hell would call me and say that. Its just a sick prank I tell myself.

I change into another black dress. I don't remember having any black dresses. I wear high heels and a scarf around my shoulder. I head down the stairs to find my grandma their. I can swear she's about to cry but I know she's trying to stay strong for me.

"I made breakfast" granma says

"I'm not hungry" I reply. She comes to me and puts her hand I top of mine " Tess your father loved you, he loves you" she corrects herself.

"I know" I tell her and walk outside. I sit on the swing on our porch. I havent really noticed it. I just stare blankly at nothing then a black car pulls up. I step into it and then granma comes inside and were heading to the funeral. Everyone sits down. And it starts.

There's a bunch of people. I don't even know half of them. Then I hear their fake stories of how great he was. I know how great my father is already. Then its my turn . I stand up and head to the front.

"Hello... Umm I didn't really write anything for him I kinda wanted to talk from my heart. Here we go. My father was all sorts of kind of great. Great boss, great friend, great husband. But most importantly he was a great father. He taught me so much great things and life lessons I could never forget. People say the point of a funeral is to move on and say goodbye. Well for me that's impossible I could never say goodbye or forget home.. In fact who can? I just love him sooo much he was my everything. Him and my mother. The way he made her smile I swear there's nothing that made me more happy. I love you father" by the time I finish my speech half the people are crying. then I place a black rose on his casket.

Then i spot him. Max.

"What are you doing here?" I tell him. furious.

"I needed to pay my respect to him... To you" he says

"What respect you have none you cheated on me !!" I scream

"I know I told you im sorry" he says.

"Sorry isn't enough" I start to walk towards the car and enter it. When we get home my feet are killing me and I sit on my bed. I read the book the person sent me. I start to dozzy off so I set the book down and change into PJs. And put my hair in a bun.
My phone buzzes and I have a new text message.
I start to read the message:
Your mother isn't the person you thought she was.

(Guys sorry I know I haven't updated any thing in a while. I has finals and now I have ctbs if you live in new York you know what that is. But how did you feel about this chapter? Comment what you think thxs for reading and don't forget to vote and tell your friends. Xoxo
Lots of love,Maab_love)