Chapter 5: Prologue 5
(1 Week Later)
Today's the day we hold the Funeral Service for my Dad, and honestly, I would be lying if I didn't say I'm still broken over his death, but I've been putting on fake smiles to not worry anybody, especially my Mom, I can tell she's stressed over me, but I don't want her to be stressed, so I did what I could to not make her worry.
As the service went on, I met a lot of people, my Dad seemed to have a lot of friends, a lot of them famous ones too, luckily they gave us money donations so we would be able to hold up for a while seeing as my Dad wouldn't be around anymore, of course my Mom tried denying them, feeling we were taken advantage of them, but in the end they insisted so she finally relented.
One thing I learned though, my Dad didn't really have family, he had a sister but they left things on bad terms, but seeing how sad she was when she arrived, I guess they did still care for each other, and at least I got an aunt. To be honest though, most of the Service went on as a blur, repeating the same phrase saying I'm holding on or something similar with the same fake smile, the only noticeable thing to me was when Justin and Alyssa got here, only when I was with them or my Mom was I genuinely happy recently.
(1 Week Later)
It's the first week of July, and something I learned in this past week, I have PTSD of heavy rain, I'ma god damn pussy when it comes to rain apparently, and I hate it. My Mom had to take a longer leave from work than necessary because she was worried about me, luckily her boss is understanding, but without two people bringing in money our spending money will be tightened. Sure, my Dad left a lot in his savings, and when I say a lot I mean a lot, but my Mom doesn't want to use that money unless absolutely necessary.
Another damn thing, on top of the PTSD I've been constantly having nightmares about the car crash, even if I passed out almost instantly, my mind keeps coming up with different scenarios of how the crash actually went, and it keeps becoming worst than the last causing me to also become sleep deprived, god I have issues now.
My Mom having to go to work now and not wanting to leave me alone got me a baby-sitter... no you didn't hear wrong, a kid going into his second year of middle school requires a baby-sitter since I couldn't stop being such a wuss, god kill me now.
On the bright side though, the baby-sitter was a pretty chill high schooler, she didn't bother me much and didn't have rules other than the basics, and while we're looking at the bright side, my Mom thought a good way to keep my mind off of things was getting me an Xbox 360 with one of the hottest games right now, MW 2, and it was a good way to keep my mind off of things cause god were those lobbies ruthless...
(2 Month's Later)
It was the first day of my second year of middle school, and I decided I wanted to start things off right! But then, some snotty nosed shit face eighth grader thought he could start talking shit to me, but after playing MW 2 long enough I learned how to defend myself easily, and as a last resort attempt started talking shit about my Dad dying, and if you think I would let that shit slide, you have another thing coming, and let's just say he got out with more than just a couple of bruises, the only reason why I stopped is because Justin pulled me off him. Luckily though, my Dad was his dad's barber, how ironic, so let's just say he got more than he deserved at home.
But right now, I'm getting treated for a couple bruises by my Mom on the couch at home on suspension for a day, what? I never said I got out unscathed, and he's a grade higher than me, so he had a natural advantage, but using basic fighting skills I beat him while he was practically flailing his arms, thinking about it now, he may have been in the special class... eh, doesn't matter anyway, you talk shit about my Dad it's all the same to me.
"John!"My Mom suddenly screamed bringing me out my inner monologue.
"Did you hear anything I was saying?"She questioned me with s worried face, and I could only smile awkwardly while feeling sad seeing how worried I made her.
"*sigh*I know you were protecting your Dad's honor, but don't get in fights for him, and you barely won too, what if you lost?"She questioned me worriedly, and started beating myself up more internally.
"But I didn't!"I said trying to not make her worry, and in the end she could only sigh in defeat.
"It's fine this time, but don't get in a fight again! And if you will, make sure you win... maybe you should learn boxing a bit."My Mom suddenly suggested.
"Eh? But that's Justins thing Mom."I said, but she suddenly hugged me.
"And another thing, you haven't called me Mommy ever since he died, I'm worried John, worried that it changed you forever, I know you put up a front to stop me from worrying, and his death has been hard on both of us, but please, talk to me."She said, and by the end her voice started breaking from tears, and hugging her back, I respond.
"There's nothing to talk about, I'm fine, Mommy."And with that last word, she completely broke down while I silently comforted her by just staying there, sometimes people just need to know you're there for them, and I let her know I was here for her by hugging her until she eventually fell asleep, and I swore to myself to never let her cry like this again.
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