44. The house
I decided to come with my mom to talk to those people. Ugh I hated them. I know they didn't know what they had done but still. We knocked. The lady smiled when she opened the door until she saw me.
"Hi...I'm here to talk to the owners" my mom said. She let us in and we sat down with a man and a woman.
"I understand that you guys recently moved in....ummm I have no other way to say this...we would like to buy it from you" my mom said.
the man looked upset and confused "we just moved in" he said.
"I know....but we have memories" my mom said. "Well then you should have bought the house"he said. That. That right there broke me. I broke.
"he was seventeen. How was he suppose to buy a house?" I cried out. "He deserved better than this. He didn't deserve to die like this. He was too god damn good for me. This is not how it's suppose to be. We are suppose to live happily ever after. Not some asshole arguing with me about our house. Me and jacks. Not yours. We had sex in the backyard." I screamed crying. My mom looked surprised at the last sentence.
"we...he deserves this house." I cried. The man and woman was speechless. "I love him so much. And now he can't hear me say it. Because he's gone. And this is all I have left of him. Please" I cried loudly. I got up and walked outside and waited at the front porch. I waited for Atleast half an hour. My mom proabaily apologizing for my out burst.
he came back out red eyed and smile. "We got it" she said.
"really?" I asked as tears of joy came out.
she smiled and nodded and I hugged her tight.