My eyes wandered to the depressing sky that was now overhead, it gave me the signal that I knew my mother was here and watching. Or it might just have been the mood that set off an aroma to the sky. As we were herded toward the grave stone imprinted "Laura Elizabeth Tyler", I looked to my father that now walked by my side his head down.
"Dad, it wasn't your fault," I tried to encourage him. My mother had to go to the store that day because my dad was home early to pick me up from school Mom mentioned having to go to the grocery store. To be nice to my mother my father left to go get the groceries for her and left her a sweet love note. She was cooking when there was a break in and she was stabbed right in the lung and suffocated, she killed one of the men off but 2 got away.
"I wish she would have got the groceries and I could have just been the one to stay home and die, I might have even been able to have held them off." he remarked still not looking up.
My father, brother, and me walked to the front row of the chairs and sat reluctantly. A man in a black rode stepped up before us and spoke aloud, "Today, we are mourning over the loss of a family member, friend, and even an enemy..."
He spoke for about 30 minutes and asked for another speaker to volunteer to say anything if desired. No one spoke but my brother started spilling out tears, as did my father. I kept sucking them in I didn't have the time to cry not right now. The man in the robe asked us to stand in front of her grave and shake the peoples hands that cam to the funeral, we agreed.
I was first joined by one of my teachers ,Mrs. Brown, and then Amber. She gave me a hug instead of a hand shake and I just wanted it to keep going I couldn't deal with this pain any more. Finally, I let a tear fall not sucking back. I shook hands with friends and people my mother once knew but I kept my thoughts to myself because any once friend of my mothers, was now a friend of mine. That is until Jase came to shake my hand.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned him, I didn't want him here he wasn't good to me.
"Same as you, I came to say one last goodbye to her." he answered with no hesitation.
"I don't want you here." I clearly stated.
"Austen," my father but in. "Let the boy stay." my father gave Jase a shy smile and shook his hand.
"I need to talk to you," Jase looked to me now that he was done with my family.
"Fine," I somewhat agreed. We trudged through the muddy grass and sat down on a park bench. He didn't say much but just looked at me. "So what do you need?" I wanted him to get to the point.
"I didn't mean to insult your mother like that the other day." he started to explain. "I was just trying to look out for you..." he stopped and his eyes now wandered to the ground instead of my eyes which he was paying so close attention to.
"Why do you need to protect me?" I wondered curiously.
"Because...... I might........ I might l-like you." there was a stutter in his voice but he rasped it out.
With my surprise to both him and myself I just got up and walked away not sure what emotion I was expressing. Did I like him back? Or do I just want a boyfriend like all the rest of the girls in my class? What would happen to Amber if I just let her go like that?
The only thing I knew at the moment was, I loved him...