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…Chapter One…

I never thought, I'd be coming back to the place I grew up for a funeral. I always came to visit for Christmas or a few weeks in the summer. But, this summer that passed, I wasn't able to get the time off. I was originally going to come for this Christmas. It was less than a week before Thanksgiving and I got a call from my grandma, Susan, that her best friend, Evelyn Mercer died. I was in shock. But, she never gave me any details on how she died. I loved Evelyn like a mother, since my own mother bailed on me when I was five. So, I was raised by my grandma and Evelyn.

Over the years, I inherited two brothers that Evelyn adopted. Jerry and Jack. But, the first boy that she adopted was Bobby. Me and him started dating when I was in high school. He was a couple years older than me, but it was okay. He was my first love, first boyfriend, and including my first broken heart. After I graduated, he told me that he was going to Chicago for two weeks, but he never came back. I kind of knew in my heart that he wasn't coming back, but like an idoit, I kept my hopes up.

And then, the third boy that Evelyn adopted was, Angel. He was my age. I was close to him while we were in school, like I was Jack. But, there was an attraction towards Angel and I felt like Jack was more like my best friend than anything else. I thought Angel was so cute, but there was nothing I could do. I was with Bobby at the time. But, after Bobby left me, me and Angel got a little closer.

After I turned twenty years old, me and Angel ended things and went our seperate ways. I moved to New York to finish school to become a nurse and Angel went into the Marines. The main reason I left to New York was because not only go and start off new, but because while me and Angel were together, he was messing around with the girl named, Sofi, that lived in the neighborhood. I would never tell anyone the real reason why I left, but the only one that knew was Evelyn.

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But, now I'm on an early flight back to Detroit years later for Evelyn's funeral and I am nervous as hell to see Bobby and Angel. And I should be, because three and a half months ago, Bobby was in New York doing some kind of job. He found me and we went out for drinks, then one thing led to another and we slept together. But, the thing that hurt the most was, that next morning I woke up and he was gone. There was no note, no phone call, and I haven't heard from him since.

Now, here's my new problem. Two days after I seen Bobby, Angel came to see me. He was on leave for a week, but he came and surprised me. We went out for drinks and ended up sleeping together. As far as I know, nobody knows that he was even on leave. But, I am so nervous and terrified to see them both. I didn't even tell Jack and I tell him everything, because we keep in touch, like every other day. He knows about Bobby coming to see me, but not about Angel.

I took a red-eye flight and arrived in Detroit around seven thirty in the morning. I got my luggage and rented a car. I drove straight to the church, since my grandma told me where it was supposed to be. I parked the Dodge Charger on the side of the road and sat there.

"I can do this." I mumbled to myself, taking a few deep breaths. I got out of the car and went into my luggage to get my leather jacket to cover myself and to keep me warm, then I grabbed my cell phone and walked to the church.

"Melissa Spencer?" I heard my name and turned around. I smiled. "Is that you, girl?"

"Hello, Jerry."

He pulled me in for a hug and said "I haven't seen you since last Christmas. How have you been?"

"Good."

We broke from the hug and he said "You still living in New York?"

"Yep… still there. I thought about moving to Jersey, but I haven't decided."

He nodded. "Susan is up in the front."

I looked over. "How is she?"

"She's fine right now."

"Okay, thanks Jerry."

"Thanks for coming."

"Come on, Jer, Evelyn was like a mom to me as well." he nodded. "Of course I'd be here."

"I know."

"I'm going to go say hi."

"Okay, it's good to see you."

I smiled. "Likewise." I walked up to Evelyn in her casket. I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks. She looked like she was at peace and I knew she'd be going to a better place. I kissed her on her forehead and whispered "I'm going to miss you, so much." I looked at her one last time, then walked over to my grandma. I sat down next to her as she slowly looked at me.

"Melissa?"

"Yeah."

"I'm so glad you're here." she gave me a hug, after about a minute, she let go.

"I'm glad I'm here too." I smiled at her.

She touched my cheek. "You look so beautiful, since the last time I saw you."

"Thanks, but you saw me last Christmas."

"I know, you just get more beautiful everyday." she smiled and I nodded.

Minutes later, the service started. When it was done, I was in tears. I went over to say my last goodbye to Evelyn, then told my grandma that I needed some air. She nodded and I went outside. I walked up to Jerry and before I could say anything, I got cut off by a familiar voice.

"Well, well, well… if it isn't Melly-Mel Spencer." The voice belonged to Bobby and at that moment, I wanted to punch him in the face, but instead, I just glared at him. I didn't want to cause a scene at Evelyn's funeral.

"Never speak my nick-name in public." I said and Bobby just laughed.

I saw Jack appear from behind Bobby and my frown suddenly went to a smile as Jack gave me a hug. I loved Jack. He was my best friend growing up. But, when he took off to California to become a rockstar and I missed him terribly.

"Hey, Jackie."

"Hey, I missed you."

"We talked for two hours, three days ago."

"I know… but still." we broke from the hug, then there was that awkward silence.

"Okay." Jerry started. "Let's go to the cemetery."

I nodded, then started to walk away, when I hear "Jackie, go with Mel." I was about to scream at him, but Jack grabbed me by the arm pulling me away.

"Which car is yours?" he asked, looking around.

"The dark grey Charger."

Jack spotted it and said "Nice… let me drive."

I threw him the keys and said "Fine." we got into the car and Jack drove off.

After two minutes, Jack spoke "He's really sorry."

I looked at him incredulously. "Really? Just because he says he's sorry… it makes it okay for what he did? Getting what he wanted from me and bouncing and then I hear nothing from him, until now?"

"Are you crying?" He said, giving me a funny look.

I put my hand to my face and felt wetness. I wiped my tears and said "I'm not crying because of that." I paused to think. "Today is a sad day." I couldn't tell him the real reason, why I was crying.

"Do you want to talk to Bobby."

"No." I pouted.

"Stop acting like that. I know damn well you want to talk to him."

"Not really… but, I want to punch him in the face."

"Well, you should talk to him."

"I don't have any reason to, Jack." He parked the car, took the keys out of the ignition. I could feel his eyes on me. "What, Jack?"

He sighed. "He's going to find out sooner or later."

"I prefer later… I'm leaving in a few days, so I won't need to tell him at all."

"He has a right to know."

I sat there thinking and came up with the conclusion that he did have a right to know, but on the other hand so did Angel. I sighed and said "Jack… I."

He cut me off. "Come on." I nodded, then we both got out of the car and walked over to the grave site.