Crush, No, Crushed

Chapter 40 part 1

There will be three parts to this chapter because it's just too long. I really should have planned out my chapters better, sorry for the inconsitency. I will work on that for future stories. In the mean time I have to get this story done. The second part will be out later in the day and hopefull the last part tonight. I only have one scene to write and then it's complete! I can't believe it, I'm almost done with my first novel!

Thank you for all your help and support and I'm looking forward to your reactions to the end :)

Enjoy~

            “Ruth, you’ve got to get up and get dressed.” Renee shoved me once again trying to wake me but my eyes stayed shut tight.

            “Wake up.” She muttered in an annoyed tone but I could tell she was still concerned.

            Truth was I had been awake all night. I was only pretending to be asleep because I wasn’t ready to get up. I didn’t think I would ever be ready to deal with what the day had in store.

            It was Les’ funeral and I couldn’t think of anything more I wanted to do than sleep and fall into dreams where this horrible reality would slip away. Sadly though, my thoughts had been keeping me awake for days.

            Huffing, my sister smacked my butt in a last attempt to wake me. Squealing slightly, I turned to my other side and tightened my eyes shut even more in spite.

            “Come on Ruth! I know you’re awake. We have to leave soon.” She sighed when I still didn’t reply, “I understand it’s hard for you to go but you need to. Just jump up and go take a shower. I’ll have breakfast ready for you in ten minutes.” She ordered pulling the sheets off of me before promptly leaving my room.

            It took me a minute but I finally rose out of bed as Les’ face came to mind and I realized that this would be my last opportunity to ever see him physically. The only way I would get to see him after the funeral would be in pictures and my memories. As much as I didn’t want to go to my best friend’s memorial service, the fact that it was his, motivated me to get up.

            After my shower I put on the outfit Renee laid out for me. It consisted of a plain, black dress and ballet flats. I was too tired to do anything fancy so I put my wet hair up in a bun and only applied eye liner. Water proof eyeliner.

            Like Renee promised, when I went downstairs fifteen minutes later she had breakfast on the table. Dad was already sitting there eating his eggs and bacon while reading the paper. He was dressed in a dark suit and his hair was slicked back with gel. Upon my entrance into the kitchen he set his paper down and gave me a small, surprised smile as if he didn’t expect me to come out of my room but was relieved that I did.

            “Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?” He asked as he got up and gave me a hug and a kiss on the top of my head.

            I shrugged as we both sat down. He watched me as I stared at my eggs for a minute before I recognized that I had to eat them.