Promise of Love (Ch.11, P.3)

The air whooshed against me as my feet were continued to run away from my dad. I didn’t understand why. I wanted my mom and Stephie to be okay. I was worried as heck as I loved them especially Dad. I didn’t understand why Dad didn’t accept my pregnancy at all and my mind was falling into a black hole where it didn’t have a sunshine to brighten my mind. The halls were rapidly moving fast when I pasted them to reach the front door. I was opening the door and locking the doors until my mom or Stephie get here. I breathed hard until I calmed down. I started my car. Waiting for them to get here, I watched at the front house with my nerve turning on.

Awhile I waited and waited until Stephie came out and ran toward here. I unlocked the door and let her come in. I locked the door once again. I asked, "Where is Mom?" Filling with bated breath, she was looking down at her jeans. "Your mom is calming down your dad but I don’t think Dad want you to live with them anymore. I am sorry, Lynn." She spoke fast as much as she could catch up her gulp of air.

I was very miserable with filling of my beautiful, sad butterflies on the inside my stomach until my veins became vibration once more again but I started to drive away with Stephie.

Next couple weeks later, there was a funeral for Jake. There were not a lot of people going to the funeral. I didn’t do the makeup because I knew I’d cried the tears with a black mascara or liner. I didn’t need them at all. I just used a clear lip gloss on my thick, pink lips. I stood in there like a fool stillness. No tears came out yet but I wanted to cry.

I waited for preacher to let me see my dear Jake’s dead face in a coffin. I heard everything in a dead silence. It was like no one speaking in million voices and sobs. I completely ignored them. I was dreaming on. My dad didn’t come but Mom did. I was living with Stephie and her family, and they didn’t mind me at all to have their home with them.

I killed time for a preacher to be done praying. At last of all, I went to see my Jake inside the coffin. I touched his face and then kissed his dead, cold icy lips. I wasn’t scared. I could see his scars on his face but it hurt me to see him dead in the most of time. I still miss him so much.

Mom was wrapping around me and Stephie was leaning on me to comfort me. I was watching at Jake and my words under my breath flied to him. "I wish you knew that I have your child."

As the time killed all of us, I was finally crying over him into a weep. I collapsed down on the ground as I watched the coffin going in the hole. Keeping an eye on men, they buried the dirt over him. It was nothing I could do but I had to give a birth to my baby and raise her or him. Maybe, it was his wish.