Chapter 18: Shattered 2
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Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding, fall into your sunlight. ~ Shattered by Trading Yesterday
I've been right there for every minute. This time, it's no different. Whatever happens you should know you're not alone, girl. Look over your shoulder you don't have to wonder. Cause you're not alone girl, I'll be there to hold you. I'll stay till it's over. ~ You're Not Alone by BTR
When Patricia woke she felt arms around her. She rolled over in the arms to see one of her best friends, Kendall there. She snuggled up into his warm comforting chest.
She closed her eyes and her thoughts drifted to today. It was the day of the funeral. The brunette didn't want to go, she didn't want to say goodbye to her father she wanted her Dad to stay with her forever like he promised when she was five. At least Monica and the gang were coming today, which just might make the day a little easier to get through.
When Monica woke up she also felt arms around her. She turned her head to see Chandler admiring her beauty while she was sleeping. She felt her cheeks tilt pink, she still hadn't gotten use to all this.
"Morning." Chandler said softly and kissed her sweetly.
"Morning." Monica replied and buried her head into the crook of his neck and felt his arms tighten around her. She was happy that she's going to see her Goddaughter but she was sad because Stuart died.
"Hey." Kendall said sleepily when he saw Patricia in his arms and kissed her softly.
"Hey." Patricia replied as she ran a hand through his blonde locks. "Thanks for last night."
The blonde shrugged. "It wasn't a big deal." Although it did mean a lot to Kendall he just didn't want her to know the truth.
"Well it was to me. I needed comfort and you comforted me." She told him softly. The brunette kissed his cheek before she sat up in her bed. "You better go…"
"Yeah, I don't want Derek to catch me." Kendall said as he got up out of the bed. He put on his shoes and grabbed his jacket before he left.
Monica walked up the driveway with her five friends. There were a few cars parked outside along with the hearse, she recognised the cars as her aunts, uncles and cousins. She knocked on the door of the Taylor residence and it was opened by her and Ross' uncle, Gerald, Frannie's father.
"Hi, Gerald." Monica said softly.
"Hello, Monica and Ross." Gerald replied before he scanned the faces at the rest of the gang. "Ah Rachel, good to see you too. You'll have to forgive me; I don't know the rest of you're names."
"I can't bring myself to forgive you. 'Cause I know your name Gerald, the least you can do is know mine." Chandler intervened looking somewhat offended.
"Haha! Wiseass, aye?" Gerald said laughing and let them in.
Monica led the gang in, they were all wearing their black clothes and they all had some sort of gift to give to Frannie. They all bought mass cards, Monica and Ross had sent flowers for the grave, Rachel bought flowers for Frannie, Phoebe baked her Grandmother's chocolate chip cookies and Joey and Chandler bought a large basket filled with breakfast food - bananas, bagels, donuts, oatmeal packets, juice, pop tarts, pastries, muffins, single serving cereals, tea bags, hot chocolate mix, and coffee for the family.
They walked into the big living room where a lot of family members of both sides of the family were. Monica spotted Frannie sitting down beside her mother with tears streaming down her face. Monica felt a pang of sorrow for her even though she found out she beats her kids sometimes.
Monica and Ross led the gang into the living room over to Frannie who gave them a small smile.
"Hi guys." She said quietly wiping her tears.
"Frannie we are so sorry about Stuart." Ross told her sympathetically and sat down beside her on the couch while Monica, Phoebe, and Joey sat down on the couch opposite them and Rachel and Chandler shared an arm chair.
"Thank you," Frannie retorted, her voice still quiet. "And thanks for the flowers you sent for the grave."
"You're welcome." Monica said and placed a gentle hand on her cousin's knee.
"These are for you Frannie." Rachel told her softly and handed the bouquet of flowers to her which she accepted gratefully.
Frannie smiled gratefully. "Thank you Rachel."
"Um, I know I don't know me that well but I know you're daughter, and I'm so sorry for your loss so I made you cookies." Phoebe admitted and gave her a plate of cookies.
"Thank you Phoebe," Frannie retorted gratefully taking the plate of cookies from the woman she saw only two times before. "There was no need."
"We got you this basket of food." Joey said, motioning to Chandler as he gave her the basket.
"Oh thanks Joey and….." She looked at Chandler awkwardly seeing that she had only saw him once and she was never told his name. Ross whispered to her his name. "Chandler."
"Does no one here know my name?" Chandler questioned jokingly as he looked around the room.
"Ok maybe Monica and Ross should go in first." Phoebe suggested. They were standing outside Patricia's bedroom door talking about what to do. "I mean when my Mom died I hated when a bunch of people came out me all at once, and we don't want to overwhelm her."
"Phoebe's right, we'll stay out in the hallway while you two go in and then in a few minutes we'll join you." Chandler said.
"Ok." Monica replied nodding her head.
Monica slowly turned the knob of the door and slowly opened the door so it wouldn't make a sound. She and Ross peeped in to see Patricia lying on her side, under the covers while crying silent tears.
"We are so sorry about your Dad, honey." Monica admitted softly as she and Ross closed the door and approached her bed.
"I-It's ok…..I-I-It's n-not…your f-fault." Patricia managed to say in between whimpers and sniffs. She buried her head into Ross' chest while he wrapped his arms around her and Monica rubbed her back softly.
"How are you holding up?" The palaeontologist asked softly and stroked her hair in a comforting manner.
"N-Not so good." The teen replied and wiped her tears.
"We can understand that." The taller brunette said taking a tissue from her bag and handing it to Patricia.
"G-good then you can understand I'm not going." Patricia replied bluntly.
"What? You have to go to your Dad's funeral." The chef told her, still speaking in a soft, gentle and caring tone.
"I don't want to say goodbye to him." The smaller brunette said and more tears left her eyes faster. "I don't wanna let go!"
"Don't think of it as letting go, he's always going to be with you." Monica responded and looked at Ross for help.
"Mon is right. He's always going to be with you Patricia," Ross said softly and brought his hand to where Patricia's heart is and pressed it with a single finger. "In there."
The door opened revealing Phoebe, Chandler, Joey and Rachel. They all approached the bed slowly. Patricia made room for them all and they held each other as the comforted the crying teen.
Patricia took a deep breath as she stepped out of the pew her family were seated in. She walked up the aisle and stopped at the altar, she bowed before she continued on. The brunette sat down on a stool that was in front of a microphone.
She picked up her guitar and got into position. The teen girl looked over at the closed casket and she wiped her tears once more before looking down at the people who knew her Dad or a family member.
"This is a song by Trading Yesterday that really just describes the way I'm feeling right now, and I dedicate this Dad and everyone who is helping me through this time. Dad, I love you and I'm going to miss you so much. You left a big hole down here Dad." Patricia said softly and started playing a few notes.
Her graceful fingers, gliding over the strings gently making beautiful music making the people who knew her were proud. "Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding. Fall into your sunlight. The future's open wide, beyond believing. To know why, hope dies. Losing what was found, a world so hollow. Suspended in a compromise. The silence of this sound is soon to follow. Somehow, sundown." She paused but continued playing the guitar.
"She's really good, amazing voice." Chandler whispered to Monica and took her hand in his to comfort her.
"And finding answers, is forgetting all of the questions we called home. Passing the graves of the unknown. As reason clouds my eyes, with splendour fading, illusions of the sunlight. And a reflection of a lie, will keep me waiting. With love gone, for so long. And this day's ending, is the proof of time killing, all the faith I know. Knowing that faith is all I hold."
The brunette played the guitar for a little while longer picking up the pace. "And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand. Why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love, without, love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on. But I know, all I know is that the end's beginning. Who I am from the start, take me home to my heart. Let me go and I will run, I will not be silent. All this time spent in vain, wasted years, wasted gain. All is lost, hope remains, and this war's not over. There's a light, there's the sun, taking all shattered ones. To the place we belong, and his love will conquer all….." Patricia sang and played a few more notes. "Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding. Fall into your sunlight…yeah…"
Everyone was moved to tears or almost in tears at the end of the song Stuart Taylor's daughter had just song. She made her way back to the pew so the priest could finish off the funeral.
Monica took hold of Patricia's hand as they walked through the graveyard. The teen rested her head against her Godmother's arm and let a few more tears shed. She felt another hand grab hers, it was Ross. As they stopped at the grave, four hands were placed on her shoulders, two on each one. Patricia looked behind her to see Chandler, Phoebe, Joey and Rachel standing behind her with sympathetic smiles.
The brunette gave them a small smile before turning her head back to face the grave. She locked eyes with Derek who was holding hands with his girlfriend, Maurine, though Patricia knew he loved Jessica. They both gave each other a small nod before looking back at the grave.
The priest said a few words that made even more tears stream down Patricia's cheeks as she knew it was coming closer and closer to the time she'd have to see goodbye.
Patricia, Derek and Frannie picked up a red rose each and gently threw it into the grave. They landed gracefully on the coffin.
"Goodbye Dad…." The brunette whispered and walked back to the gang. Phoebe, who was close to tears pulled Patricia into a hug, letting her cry into her chest. The blonde had lost a parent before and she knew what it felt like.
As they walked back to the Taylor residence Patricia looked at the gang and lyrics of two songs rang in her head.
Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding, fall into your sunlight.
Cause you're not alone girl, I'll be there to hold you. I'll stay till it's over.
A/N: This chapter was short but I liked it! ;) There will be more Mondler in this story but you have to pick your moments in this story but I can promise there will be a good bit in the next chapter. Please review cause I only got one review last time, and I really hate begging for reviews!
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