Final Goodbyes
Chapter 1: Week of Hell
Doug Pennhall stood awkwardly as the minister droned on. The man who was droning didn't know a thing about Drea. He was droning about how angelic she was. Like she was perfect. She wasn't perfect. She had her bad days like everyone else. Doug looked around at his friends and people who'd come to pay their respects. Everyone was familiar yet distant. Ioki was comforting Judy who had been Drea's best friend. Tom stood beside Doug head down. Solemnly watching the minister. The one person missing was Dennis.
Dennis sat alone at a grungy bar. Today was her funeral, he thought. Dennis was always lost in thought now. He thought he would go crazy. After Drea's death he thought of only her. He couldn't think about anything else. The only thing that kept him sane was her last words to him. Such strong words from a dying person.
Dennis looked around. He saw a women stare at him seductively. Dennis turned away in disgust. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny ring. It was the engagement ring he was going to give to Drea that fateful night. He looked at it and smiled. It had her favourite stone, Amethyst, centered by two diamonds. When he looked at it he thought of her. She'd loved purple. It was her favourite colour. He looked at the clock above the bar it read 2:03. Good the funeral is almost over. Now how am I going to get Doug not to kill me for not going?
Doug silently left the graveyard after leaving a flower on Drea's grave. He climbed into his yellow antique truck and gunned the engine. Man he thought if I ever catch Booker so help me he's dead. What type of guy misses his own girlfriends funeral. Doug drove silently for a while contemplating things. He was driving through a dark part of town when he saw a very familiar looking car parked in front of a bar. Dennis, he thought now he's defiantly going to get it.
Dennis sat blind with haze of drinking to much beer. "Hey bartender, how about another beer?"
"Hey bub I think you've had enough for one day and it ain't even dark yet," Exclaimed the bartender.
"Yo, I'm paying YOU so I say give me another one NOW!" yelled Dennis
Just as he said it Doug Pennhall came storming through the door. "Dennis you low down dirty rat!" he exclaimed, "You came here instead of going to Drea's funeral. How could you do that after all she did for you?!"
Dennis lifted his drunken head dizzily. "Man Doug I'm sorry I really am but for the past week…" he trailed off.
"Yes?" Doug prompted.
"Man this week since her death. Coming home to an empty house, an empty bed you have no idea what it's like. This week I've been living in the week of hell.