Kerry and Rory joined them Kerry stood at the door, biting the end of the Michigan sweater that was almost drowning her; she stood there watching everyone, clutching each-other, crying, she hadn't cried yet. She turned around and walked back to her room, and then into the bathroom she shared with Bridget, she looked into the mirror, her skin was paler than usual and she looked drawn. She went back into her room and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. She kicked the wall, and a photo of Kyle fell down, she picked it up, she stared into his eyes, she sighed she put it back on her shelf, instead she grabbed a picture of Paul, her Dad, she ran a finger against his face.
"I'll never forget you Dad, never" her voice wavered.
Bridget walked in.
"Kerry, put your bed next to mine"
Kerry nodded, "It's going to be hard, help me with this bed"
"Mum's plugged the phone back in, she telling everyone now, our grandparents, the neighbours, the papers, it all seems so final"
Bridget lay across both beds crying. Kerry's heart softened "Oh, Bridge," she stroked her hair comfortingly
Bridget lifted her head "Have you told Kyle, yet?"
"No, he's been distant with me for ages, to be honest I can't face him, have you told Nick"
"I cant, he's not the sensitive type, and I know if I tell him he'll say something like "tough guys don't comfort" and drive off on his motorbike"
"How's Rory?"
"He's silent, hasn't said anything, he just stopped, oh Kerry it's so horrible, I hate it, I hate, hate, hate it"
Bridget walked over to the window. "You know, somewhere, out-there, some girls dad hasn't shown up to her ballet recital and she is crying like we are, maybe even worse, she swears never to speak to him again, she does not know how lucky she is, does she?"
Kerry joined her "there is also some-one our age having a fight with their Dad, insulting him, if we'd have known he was going to….. we never would have… we would have" She turned around Bridget was curled up on the bed asleep, it had been a long day, the clock read nine pm Kerry curled up next to Bridget and fell asleep.
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