3. He Can't be Dead

It was impossible. My dad couldn't be dead. No way, no how. I would not accept that he was taken from this world.

"W-what?" I stuttered, tears clouding my vision.

"He's gone, Rebecca. He's gone." My mom sobbed.

I looked at her stunned. "But, how?"

"He was driving to work, and this truck driver didn't see him when he was switching lanes…" she explained.

But I didn't bother to the rest of it. My father - the happiest man on earth - was dead. It wasn't fair. I wouldn't believe it.

The car ride home was silent. Mom was sobbing to herself, but paid attention to what she was doing. But when we got back home, she lost it. She started to sob even louder. Thick, hot tears ran down her cheeks, smudging her makeup around. Her mascara was bleeding heavily.

"Go inside, Rebecca. I'll be in soon." She muttered to me, still sobbing.

I nodded my head sadly and walked inside. Oddly, it didn't hurt to know my dad had died. I mean, I was upset and confused. But it didn't hurt as bad.

But my mother was in complete and utter pain. I mostly felt bad for her.

But one thing that made it better was that it was an instant death. So dad didn't have to suffer. That was at least one good thing.

My mom came in a few minutes later, calmed down from what she was in the car.

So when night came, I stayed up late hearing her cry to herself and call out my father's name.

"Edward! Why you? Edward!" she cried out to no one.

I glanced at my clock. It was 12:30 a.m. I sighed, and laid down in my bed. I closed my eyes. This year was going terribly wrong.

The only good thing so far; and that was Craig.

Hopefully, he'll make my year entirely better. But I mostly hoped my mom would stop crying. I can almost imagine my dad hugging her, muttering, Don't cry, Olivia. Shhh. It's alright, just let it all out. I'm here for you; always will be.

Edward and Olivia Harvard. Their names had a nice ring to them. Especially together. With my father extraordinary last name, it almost made an angelic pair of names. It was scary sometimes how people would exclaim You two are incredibly perfect! And with your little girl, Rebecca, too.

My mind began to drift off. The last sounds and thoughts I heard were my mother sobbing and screaming.

"Edward!"