Disclaimer: Again NOT MINE!

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The next day Cory and the Lawrences were at Cory's house discussing funeral plans and having a really tough time with it. Cory was very upset and so were the Lawrences so they couldn't get anywhere very fast but they finally came to the conclusion that it should be two days from then which would be a tuesday.

On the day of the funeral, Cory didn't want to go through with it. He just wanted to die. Nothing good was happening in his life it was just so lonely at his house but by the time he left for the church he was starting to feel better. People, all week, had brought him food and flowers because of the death of Topanga. Then he finally got to the church and greeted everyone coming in. Then the service began and before he knew it he was in tears with his parents and Topanga's parents trying to comfort him and one another.

After the funeral Cory went straight home and decided he might as well get out and do things so he went to the YMCA and played basketball for a while but all he could think about was Topanga and how he would live through this.

Then Cory decided to go home and call the police officers and see if they needed him down at the station.

Cory dialed the phone number.

Police officer at the station: Hello?

Cory: Yes, my I speak to Officer Pardue or Officer Jones.

Police officer: Yes. Please hold.

Five minutes later.

Officer Pardue or Jones: Hi. This is Officer Jones speaking.

Cory: Hi Officer Jones. I am Cory Matthews, Topanga's husband. I was just wondering if ya'll needed me for any reason down at the station to press charges against the suspect or whatever.

Officer Jones: Ah, yes, Cory. We need you down at the station so you can fill out some paperwork and press charges but you can take your time coming but it has to be in the next 20 days. OK?

Cory: Ok. Well gotta go. Bye!

Officer Jones: I am really sorry. Bye

Cory hangs up the phone and then hears a knock at the door. Its Shawn.

Shawn: Hey.

Cory: Hey

Shawn: How are you?

Cory: Not to bad I guess. Where's Angela?

Shawn: She's at home. She isn't doing to well either. Its been really tough on her.

Cory: Yeah. So what you need?

Shawn: Oh. I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house for a while just to get away from everything. Angela should be fine by the time we get there.

Cory: Ok sure.

They go to Shawn's house.

PLEASE KEEP READING!! IT HAS A TWISTED ENDING!!!!