Chapter 3: Why Another?
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…" The priest concluded the speech, closed the holy bible and narrowed his head.
I just stood there, watching the men put my love into the ground.
"I want to see her!" I shouted to the doctor.
"Monsieur I advise you to leave now…"
"That's my wife in there! I demand to see her!"
Why would they not let me see her? She was my wife!
"Monsieur, it is too late, they will not let you see her. Her body is too…" He was cut short when I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close.
"What? Too what!"
The doctor was silent.
"It's abnormal"
I slowly let go of him, he then took a step back.
"I have delft with scorched corpses… but nothing like this,"
I was silent, what could I say? I didn't care if she looked the way she looked. I wanted to see her.
"Monsieur I'm sorry. But you must leave."
The horrible memory was broken when a cry occurred. I looked ahead and saw Dolly Tamber cling to her husbands arm. Her tears poured like an endless waterfall just like her children behind her.
I have caused them so much pain, if I never entered their life none of this would have happened.
People began to leave toward my new dwelling.
The only people left… were the Tamber family.
My eyes settled on the shaking Bunny who was clinging on to Tommy and Noah and then shifted to Jennie who was clinging on to Jonnie for dear life. My gaze then settled to Dolly. Her eyes were red and puffed, her cheeks held no color; they were wet from the constant tears. Her very own presence was disheartening; there was no happiness in her, only wretchedness. Then there was Dean.
He was doing nothing but holding his wife, holding back the tears… and glaring at me. He blames me for Dreama's death; he has every right to do so.
A tear left me and I quickly glanced away. Why? I glanced back up at Dean and he then began to make his way over to me.
I couldn't move, couldn't breath. What will he say? How could I ever call you son? How could I let such a beast merry my daughter? It stung my soul, thrashed it.
He was finally in front of me, we were man to man. I locked gazes with him and never… never have I seen such pain come from him. It was too much. I dropped to my knees and cried. What have I done?
"Please… please forgive me…" was all I said through my tears.
I felt the tear drops of Dean fall on the back of my neck as he suddenly placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. His fury, his misery went all into my shoulder. I shut my eyes and took in the pain as I wept for him to forgive me.
I then felt his company leave and I was alone. I tore off my mask not being able to breath any longer from the sobbing, and I just stayed where I was, my head and hands on the ground and weeping. Weeping for all this to be some nightmare, weeping, weeping, and weeping. Why did this happen?
I suddenly felt two small hands on my shoulders. I slowly looked up to see Bunny on her knees before me. Bunny was no longer a little twelve year old; she was now a fifteen year old lady. Her hair was the same length, she had less freckles. But her bunny face was the same. Her wet cheeks were colorless as she looked at me with ache. I then pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her still small frame; I heard a small cry as she wrapped her small arms around me and cried. We both cried together, for her sister's and niece's death, and for my wife and child's death.
I then took her hand and together we walked to my manor.
I sat down on the nearest chair I saw not wanting to be bothered by anyone, and just then Jonnie came up to me.
"How you holding up mate," he said solemnly his Irish accent filling my ears. I said nothing, only nodded.
"Where is Thelma?" I asked abruptly, she did not show with the others.
"Last I heard she is still at sea…" he responded slowly.
"Um… I… I thought you said your mansion was burnt down…" he tumbled not wanting to upset me. I was in no mood to be upset but the emotion was getting close. I slowly looked at Jonnie then somewhere else.
"It was, I saved someone who was an architect, and he felt that just by me saving him from one small incident he needed to build me a whole new manor. I declined but he built it anyway. Looks like it came in handy after all." I finished my story and stood. I nodded to Jonnie concluding our very small conversation and left the main hall where suddenly a knock at the door came. More company I presumed miserably.
I slowly made my way to the door and quietly opened it, and there stood a man, with a letter in his hand. He handed it to me and walked away. I frowned as I shut the door and stared at the letter.
The seal was from no one I knew; I cracked it and opened the letter. From the corner of my eye I saw the Tamber family come into view.
I began to read,
Dear Monsieur Munoire,
I am Captain Rolland of the ship The Shark Cutter, I am regretful to inform you that Captain Thelma, her ship and crew has been sunk by an unknown pirate ship. We do not know which one nor where this ship might be, all we know – is that there were no survivors.
Regards,
Capt. Rolland
My life was slowly slipping into hell; it was slowly slipping there, slowly, so I won't miss a single thing. My wife and unborn child were gone, taken away from me, and now Thelma. My friend.
I slowly glanced at the Tamber's and saw fresh new sets of tears coming to their eyes; they knew… they knew what was coming.
Again I have to tell them that one of their children left this life, I will have to tell them that Captain Thelma Crystal Tamber… has had her last breath at sea.
Hi,
Sorry for the short chapter and all, I hope you guys are liking it so far. Its getting complicated for me but no biggy, hopfully...
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Crystal A.
"Life is a mask, its our job to take it off and discover the journey behind it not in front for there is nothing there but a mask"
