Chapter ten

It was a little later on that night when Bam came home. He entered the lounge heavyhearted and still with his mind full of thoughts. He sat next to Gina on the couch with a heavy sigh, staring off into space.

"What's the matter Bam?"
"Huh?" He looked towards her "Oh it's just… I have no idea what I'm supposed to be feeling right now."
"What do you mean?" She asked, moving a little closer to him
Bam sighed and shook his head slightly "I don't know if I even want to talk about it right now." He stood up "I think I'm going to go to bed." He said as he started walking towards the stairs

The next morning Bam came downstairs where he found Dyllan sitting at the kitchen table. Dyllan sipped on a cup of tea and flipped through a magazine, and he quickly and briefly turned his eyes up towards his father before looking back at the page he was reading.

"Mornin' dad."
"Mornin'. Hey, Dyl, have you seen your sister?"
"Uh, yeah, I think I saw her by the fireplace in the pirate bar."
"Ok thanks."

Bam turned and headed into the pirate bar. He stood back by the stairs for a moment before he went up to Samantha.

"Hey Sam…" He said softly
She looked up at him, putting the book she was reading down beside her.
"Oh hi dad."
"Listen, Sam, I need to talk to you." He sat down next to her "Last night I got a call about your mom."
"What about her? Did something happen?"
Bam looked down for a second "She was in a car accident…"
Samantha let out a small gasp "Oh God… Is she ok?"
Bam shook his head "I'm sorry baby… She didn't make it. The coroner said that she died on impact."

Samantha looked down and choked back tears. Bam sighed and then pulled her into a hug.

"Sam, baby, I'm so sorry." He rubbed her back a little "I'm here for you."
"Thanks dad." She said softly

She sniffed and buried her face into his chest. He held her close as she cried, and soothingly patted her back and stroked her hair. It was hard for him to look at her right then, partly because it hurt him to see her crying like she was, and partly because she had always looked so much like Jenn.

A couple days later…

Gina came into the room fastening an earring. She had on a simple black dress that came down a little past her knees. She looked over at the bed before going over to the closet to get her shoes. Bam lay across the bed with his bare feet touching the floor. He gazed up towards the ceiling, not moving a muscle except to blink every once in a while.

"Bam, you should be getting ready."
"I know." He said, emotionless

She looked over at him and then at the bed. Beside him was the clothes he was going to wear at the funeral and that he was supposed to be getting changed into at that moment. Instead of getting dressed in those clothes, however, he remained in the same clothes he had slept in the night before. Gina rolled her eyes and walked over to the bed where he lay. She grabbed hold of one of his hands and attempted to pull him up into sitting position.

"Come on Bam, you have to get dressed."
"Why should I get dressed for something that I had no intention on going to?"
"Bam stop acting like a little kid and get dressed. If not for yourself, then do it for Samantha. She's really counting on you being there for her."
Bam sighed "Yeah I know. But it's really weird for me to go to the funeral of someone I haven't been on good terms with for the past few years of her life. Especially since the last time we spoke to each other, I wound up bitching her out and she left in a hurry because she was so pissed off at me."
She put an arm around him "I know that's got to be hard to deal with, but you've get to remember that you and Jenn had a lot of good times together, and love for each other. You made an incredible and beautiful daughter with her. You two were the closest friends since you were kids. You have a lot more good memories of her than bad ones. That's all you should really think about now, not the bad stuff."
"Yeah I guess you're right."
She kissed him on the cheek "Now, can you please get dressed before we run late?"
"Alright…"

Bam slowly but surely got dressed. Once dressed, he went behind Gina, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You look beautiful by the way." He said softly in her ear
She turned to face him head on with a slight smile on her face "Thank you." She stepped away some, holding onto his arms, and looked him up and down "You look really handsome."
Bam looked at himself and tugged at his clack dress shirt "Oh yeah I guess I do clean up pretty nice."
"When you want to." She smirked "Now come on, let's go see if the kids are ready."

Bam nodded his head and then the two of them left their bedroom. Dyllan sat talking on his cell phone. He stood up and walked pass his parents into another room as he continued his phone conversation. A few minutes later Bam, Gina and Samantha heard Dyllan let out a happy yell. He came back into the room and did a cartwheel, landing on is feet right in front of Bam with a big smile.

"What was that all about?" Bam asked with a hint of a laugh in his voice
"I was just talking to someone from MTV. CKYNG got picked up for a full season!" He beamed
"CKYNG?" Gina asked
"Yeah that's what we named the show." Samantha said with a slight grin "Camp Kill Yourself: The Next Generation."
"Yeah, and we're going to start filming more episodes next week!" Dyllan said, nearly bouncing in his spot from excitement
"Wow that's great, guys!" Bam said with a smile "I'm proud of you." He looked at Dyllan and let out a laugh "Jeeze, I know you're excited, but it looks like you're about to jump out of your skin and run around the room."
Dyllan laughed "Even if I did, it would be a good thing to add to the show."
Gina rolled her eyes and shook her head with a grin "Ok al this aside, we really should be going now."
Bam let out a little sigh and nodded his head "Yeah, come on let's go."

He grabbed his keys and ushered his family out to the car. The car ride to the funeral was spent mostly in silence; a rare occasion for the Margera family. Bam drove, gazing straight ahead of him, deep in reflected thought. At one point, Gina reached over and placed her hand over his hand that was on the gear shift. She patted his hand a little, drawing his attention over to her. She then gave him a slight nod of the head and a look that let him know that she was trying to tell him that everything was going to be all right.