My fathers funeral
"Nene, how are you?" My weeping aunt asked me.
"I'm okay, auntie." She looked at me with such a death glare.
"You should be crying! Your father just died!" My aunt is my fathers big sister. And it's safe to say she hates me.
"I don't really understand what her problem is with me but whatever." I whispered to my self.
Luckily, the reception was about to start so I didn't have to keep talking to her. As the administration (I've never actually gone to a funeral so idk what their called) began to read the book of god (?) and gave a small speech about how grieving is okay and stuff. It took about 10 minutes for him to stop talking as he called up the first person to talk, my fathers best friend, Eddy James.
After A few more people gave speech's, it was time for every one to grieve which meant that a majority of owner home while others went to the bar to drink. Me on the other hand, well I stayed there for another hour. I thought about what my mom had told me and what had happened to my father. My mother told me that she decided to live with my aunt for a few years just so she could "figure some things out" Like what the hell!? How can you just leave your daughter alone like that? And to think she still calls herself my mother. Tears began to stream from my eyes, I quickly wiped them away out of fear that someone would see me 'vulnerable'.
{5;34 pm}
"It's getting late, I should go home..." I had been sitting at my fathers grave for almost the whole day
"You're right, you should."
(The next chapter will be out later tonight, sorry it was so short. The font isn't changed at all because I had a few issues when publishing and in to tired to fix it)
11/20/2020
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Til Death Do Us Part
FanfictionLove is dangerous, there's no guarantee that it'll be as pure as fairytales, or as corrupted as a villains heart. (Look, it needs some serious editing but I really don't feel like it. ) I wrote this abt 3 years ago and I don't like nor necessarily...
