Welcome to the wonderful world of my sequel!
This whole story is probably going to be in Clare's POV the whole time except for a few spots.
So let me know what you guys think of my first chapter!
"You ready for this Clare?" My mother asks me with sincerity.
I felt the tears trail up to my eyes and my head falls. I shake my head back and forth and whisper, "No."
My mother rests her hand on my shoulder which helped my tears actually stay in my eyes and I gave her a weak smile. "Let's do this, shall we?"
We both look up to a car pulling up to the chapel. It was my grandmother and Darcy, and she steps out of the car and it looked as if she had been crying her whole way from the airport. She didn't say a word. She stood there, petrified and looked at me and my mother as if she had just seen E.T.
She breaks out of her stare and the tears come down her face. She runs over to my mother and pulls her into a hug. A few seconds later, she grabs me and pulls me into the hug and we stand there, hugging, not ready to go into the service.
We all pull away from the hug and Darcy wipes a tear from her face. "I can't believe he's gone," She all chocked up.
We all become brave warriors and take our steps into the chapel where my father's funeral was held. I was having a hard time facing the fact that he's gone, but it is what it is, and we can't bring him back. At least now he's in a better place, and I can actually sleep at night without having to hear crashing noises and screeches of yelling through my walls.
The whole service the only thing I could picture in my mind was my dad slamming my mother against the wall and him running off that night. I couldn't honestly say anything good about my dad at the moment, but I know that my gut hated him, but my heart couldn't.
I drop my head because I didn't want anybody to see me cry. Darcy looks over at me and puts her arm around me comforting me. I could tell she was crying too.
The service ended quickly, and I raise my head up as it was time for everybody to leave. We all get up and make a line to the casket to say our final goodbyes. My mother was first, and she looked at him on the verge of breaking down, and I know that she will later when we get home. Next was me, and Darcy was behind me. I stop at the casket and lay my hand on the edge of it. Darcy does the same. I feel a tear fall down my cheek and I figured that was when I should go. I start to walk forward and let my hand fall off the casket and walk out of the chapel.
There was silence in the car because nobody could speak about what just happened until Darcy broke the silence. "So Clare, how have you been?"
"Fine," I answer a little too vaguely.
"Just fine?" She asks.
"…Yep."
I could feel her weird look developing on her face. "Alright, so what have you been doing these two years I've been gone?"
"…Nothing."
She pauses for a second and says weirdly, "OK."
The rest of the ride was completely silent. I don't think anybody really felt like talking about what has happened with my dad, so it was best to just keep quiet because then everybody would be broken down.
The whole car ride I thought about how much it sucks that my dad is gone, and how I'm going to go through these years without a dad. Who was the one that taught me how to ride a bike? Who was the one that has always been there for me? My dad…
When we got home, I helped Darcy with her bags and took them up to my room. We shared a room basically since I was born, so we have no problem with it now.
I set one of her bags on the mattress that my mom dug out from the basement that Darcy was going to sleep on and start to hear my phone ring. I take it out of my pocket and notice the screen say that it's Eli.
"Excuse me a second," I say to Darcy and step out into the hall to answer my phone. I press the answer button. "Hey Eli,"
"So how'd it go?" He asks.
"It was fine, but I'll probably be all drained out tears for the next month."
He chuckles and then pauses. "I'm sorry Clare. I can't imagine how hard this has been for you."
I actually felt that I wasn't going to cry. Eli seemed to make me feel better. "It's alright. Thanks for checking up, but I have to help Darcy unpack."
"Okay," He says. "I love you Clare."
I smile and say quietly so Darcy doesn't get suspicious. "I love you too." I hang up my phone and go back into our room to help Darcy unpack.