So I knew I did a poll for this, but I kinda disregarded it because it realized, stupid me, that I needed to have some guy at the funeral tell her to seek out the Cullen's. Unfortunatly, my story has an immense amount of back-story so this is one instance where you, the readers, can learn more about the characters and see the crazy, intricate web of story I made when constructing this story. i did my research and made all this story comply with what Stephanie Meyers did.
FYI, I don't own anything here other than the plot and my OCs because if I did, I would be dead by now.
Chapter 7:
Later that week, we had finished organizing the funeral. It was an emotional and mentally trying thing to do, organizing a goodbye to the only parent I knew. I had a lot of support from everyone, especially Nate who had taken to staying over at my house. His mom, Mrs. Thompson, didn't mind too much, neither did I.
I remember the funeral in flashes. Just like that night in the alley when I lost it. I remember walking down the aisle, helping to carry the coffin with Nate, Joshua, Leah, Janna, a family friend, and Tristan. I remember making a small speech, how he'll always be remembered. I recall not crying, probably because I was so, so numb. I remember countless people murmuring "I'm sorry for you loss" and wanting to scream at them and Nate giving me a big hug when it was all over.
I thought I could move on now but my adventure had just barely started.
"Aria I want you to meet someone", Joshua said, leaning heavily on his cane. His knee was injured in Iran; he was helping another comrade out of a bombing site when debris started raining down. He pushed the other guy out of the way but he was in the war path. He can walk but it'll never be the same, ever again. Just like my life.
"Aria meet Mr. Carver. He can explain somethings to you" he said, guiding me to another man who was standing off to the side. He was an African man, on the taller side with a bald head and muscles evident under his dress shirt. He looked at me with a scrutinizing eye, of which I returned the favour.
"Hello Aria, my name is Henry Carver" he held out his hand for me to shake. I didn't. I didn't trust him, the way he was holding himself was too familiar, it was something I didn't trust. He sighed and dropped his hand. "You are your father's daughter".
"You knew… Toby?" I struggled to get out his name, almost choking on it. I was surprised that he knew him, we weren't introverts but outside of the clan, we weren't exactly very sociable.
"You dad and me, we go way back" he looked away at the coffin or maybe something past it then looked at the ground, examining it. "We were in the army together."
"I'll leave you to talk" Joshua said, surprising me. I had forgotten he was there. We both watched him walk away, waiting until he was out of earshot.
"There are some things you should know about your father" Carver said grimly. I braced myself for the worst. "Maybe we should go inside and talk".
As we walked to my pick-up that I got last year for my Sweet Sixteen, we didn't talk. It was an unspoken agreement that we would save the talking for when we got to my house. I got into my truck and he got into his car and he followed me to my house and I unlocked the door for him and we went inside, where are the minor actions I was doing and he was doing were sliding together with lots of 'and's and 'then's connecting them into a run-off thought in my head.
"Okay" he said with a mug of tea taken just like Toby, between his beefy hands. The cup looked almost too fragile. I guess like I did, judging from the way he was struggling to find the 'right' words.
"Just say it", I didn't say meanly just plainly. I wanted this to be over.
He nodded okay and put his cup down. He clasped his hands and leaned forward on his knees. He looked up with serious black eyes and said.
"Many people wanted your father dead. And one of them succeeded."
I just love cliff-hangers. It helps with my procrastinating habits. Just have the last line be shocking and continue writing later.
I'm taking suggestions, so please review. Actually, until I get to 35 reviews for this chapter, I'm not gonna update.
