Andy Jackson Almost Got Struck By Lightning

Andy's POV

I hate crying. I feel weak when I do. I hated feeling weak. But when something horrible happens you have no choice but to cry your heart out.

I Andy Jackson never thought I would be standing here, in front of Angela and Liam Jackson's grave. Side by side big bulky gravestones stood. Each engraved with Name,  Sunrise, Sunset and a few words saying how much they were loved.

It was true I loved them so much. No word could explain it, I loved my parents.

So here I stand in front of their graves. I was drenched in my own tears nothing could hold them back. The more I thought of them and our memories the more I wanted to cry. I missed them so much.

My mom Angela Jackson was so kind, cool, and loving. There was never a day I didn't smile when I was near her. Just like me she had golden blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I know it was unusual; I would always get questions as to where I was from for they had never seen such features together. I never complained I looked like the women I looked up to how great is that.

Thinking of these things made me cry more. I would never see her again. That killed me inside. She was gone and I couldn't do anything about it.

My dad Liam Jackson was such an awesome, nice, and handsome goofball ever. Anything he said you would be on the floor laughing. He had Dark Brown hair and green eyes just like my little brother, who at the moment wouldn't say anything or cry, but we all knew he was dying inside.

My brother Liam Jackson Jr (Junior) was the cutest little 8 years old. He was usually joking around just like dad. But he hadn't spoken 1 word since our parents died. I tried everything to make him speak, cry or even eat something, my attempts failed.

I hated crying in front of him but I couldn't help it. I couldn't tell him everything will be okay because deep down I knew it wasn't.

"Andy honey why don't we go get you cleaned up and so we can get something to eat." Said my mamaw

No matter how many times I told her to leave me alone she wouldn't. She was Dads mother and my grandma.

"C-could you just l-leave me a-alone "I said to her between sobs.

She didn't care if I was crying especially since she new I was crying mostly for my mom. She hated my mom; she disapproved of mom and dads marriage. She wanted her son to marry other women by the name of Lucy Rojas. Lucy was rich and was very successful; she was the right one for dad says mamaw. We all knew mamaw was just after the money. But dad he didn't care about the money, he wanted to marry women he truly loves. So he went after mom, after a few rejections she finally agreed to go on a date. The rest is history.

"It's getting late, we should go or we'll miss dinner at the lodge" she said again a little more pleading then the first.

What the Fuck was her problem cant she see that there is more important things then food, my parents died and you expect me to care about if we miss dinner at the lodge our not. I hated her; she never visits but thinks she can just walking through the door and Im going to be nice to her Hell No!

"Im not hungry." I said with a sniffle, I was all out of tears.

"But you haven't eaten since yesterday. Your mother and father would have wanted you to keep up with your diet." she said, this lady never gives up does she.

Once I heard mother and father I burst out crying, guess my tears never do run out. She walked over to me and patted my back.

"Its okay Sweetie don't cry" she said it made me cry even more. It was not okay nothing would be okay from now on I didn't have anyone that I could talk to now but my boyfriend who was M.I.A at the moment.

I was crying uncontrollably when she ducked down yet again and said " Stop that damn crying you little ignorant child , no amount of crying will bring your parents back so stop that racket so we can go."

I knew that sweetie and honey were just an act to cover up how cruel she was. She needed to be "nice" to us or we would end up in an orphanage. She knew that's not what her son would want so she pretends to be a sweet little old lady. But I knew deep down she could careless.