Death Understands Love
He's angry and I don't really care. No, actually. I DONT give a frickin fudge that he's angry. So what if my dad wanted me to marry him before my dad left? It's been four years, I have a happy life, I have a boyfriend who actually shows his face when my dad dies. I don't need this sorry excuse for a boyfriend, much less husband.
"You're fucking dating somebody?" He yells. I glare at him, I don't care enough to give him an answer. I don't care at all. Maybe when we were younger I would have cared. Maybe when we were still thirteen and flirting with each other despite the fact that I was dating somebody. " What happened to your fathers wishes of our marriage?"
I roll my eyes and look away. NOW he's going to acknowledge my fathers death. After four years? Four years of me sitting by the grave of my father alone? No. I'm not going to take that. So I look away, I don't want to talk to him. After four years of death and silence the only thing he acknowledges is that I'm dating John. Probably the only reason he showed his face to me.
"Answer me! The only reason I care is because I cared for your father. You little whore. You know what? I don't even like you, you're a brat, beyond words there is nothing to put you up. You hate your father huh? That's why you don't honor his wishes?" He screams. Now he's truly pressed my buttons.
" Oh, I'm the one who hates him? After being the only one to show up to his funerial? I'm the one who hates him? Who doesn't honor his wishes? after four years of YOU not even showing your face! Yeah, of course I'm not going to like you! At least somebody held my hand through the hard year of my fathers passing! And that wasn't you! You impertinent little.. Ugh, there is no words to describe you!" I scream right back. It's clearly a blow to his ego. He reels back a few feet.
When he starts to take a step forward I turn, whipping my hair into his face. I know it's painful. I've done it to a few people. It only hurts because I wear a braid with plenty of tiny little beads and decorations in it. I start to storm into my house. Thank the lord my mother isn't home. She can't handle this kind of stuff very well. She used to be able to before dad left us. Before we figured out that dad couldn't get a new heart, before the heart attack.
" You com back here! I am still in charge of you!" He yells. I snort. Un lady like, my dad would have had a fit if he heard me. But lately he hasn't been able to.
" Oh, please. You're not my husband, or my dad. Plus, you're younger than me." I say, turning over my shoulder but still walking off. I roll my eyes, right where he can see it.
" Only by five months and twenty-nine days!" He yells. I pause. I remember that day. The day that I told him how much younger he was. We were twelve. July fourth and under the tree at a corner to watch the fireworks. Well actually I was thirteen and he was twelve. On the fifth he would be thirteen with me. We were talking about many thing. Mostly how we could reach the speed of light using engines. Yes, we were two little geniuses thinking together. It was right after a water fight at his house.
Seventh grade was coming up. Right before it all happened. just before I asked John out. Yes, I was in band because it would help me get a scholar ship for law school. John was an eighth grader and we shared the same band class. I had a crush on him and we'd video call every night pretending to just be friends. Then, on one Friday night at ten o'clock I got on and realized he'd called me a ton of times and I hadn't answered because I was busy making dinner for the family with my mom.
We started playing truth or dare and he was trying to figure out who my crush was. So he finally dared me to ask my crush out on Monday. Monday came and we were talking on Gmail. Of course though he was extremely dumb and so I just plain out asked him. After asking him three different times in a way that technically wasn't asking. But it was at the same time.
And now we were still dating. four years of dating and I wanted nothing to do with Deegan. He upset me, didn't even try to say hi for four years and was now yelling at me for finding somebody that I actually cared about and they actually cared for me.
Deegan grabbed my hair from behind. I yelped and turned, using a few moves I learned from my brother to set him on the ground. Then I turned away to walk off.
" Oh no you don't." He growled and yanked me to the ground next to him. I hit my head on the ground But that's when I heard him. John was running up to me. My beautiful John. The one I loved most. He attacked Deegan full on. Turning him into a full on mess. i had to pull him away. And he hugged me so tight. I almost couldn't breathe. But John knows just how to hold me tight enough that he doesn't have to let go and still not tight enough to kill me. I know I'm in the arms of the one that I want, the one that loves me most, and that I love most. Nothing is going to stop that. Not even death wishes. Although I do feel a little guilty for not doing as my father wants. But he'd understand. Because John is mine, and I am his.