Chapter Two: Once More, Called The Funeral
I stared out car window as Tom drove Jack and I home the following day. I tried to sleep the night before but every noise Jack made, woke me, worried he would be gone as well.
"Mic, do you want me to stay?" Tom asked glancing my way.
"No," I said, "You have work tomorrow, and I need to get Jack settled."
He nodded, as if my answer was not what he wanted. I shook my head and got out of the now parked car.
"Thanks," I said as I got grabbed my brother from the car.
Tom nodded again, confused at what I wouldn't have a clue to tell.
I set my brother down in his bed, and tucked him in when I reached my apartment. My body shook at the realization that he is all I had left of an immediate family. Try as I might, my sobs became louder and I ran to the bathroom shutting the door behind to collect myself. I could make this work I thought, I had to make this work. I rocked back and forth thinking of every out come to this situation, every plan, to make it through this, times like these I wish I spoke to them more, hugged, told them I loved them. Time like this, I wish I was there more.
I heard my door open, and footsteps of multiple people walked along my floor.
"Mic?" Someone called out to me.
"Micah this isn't funny, what the hell happened in here?" Another voice spoke.
I opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the view of Tucker staring down at my brother. Adele stood in the door, holding a broken picture frame, as Leland stood behind her looking at me, frowning.
"Mic, what's going on?"
"My parents died," my voice just as hoarse as this morning, but with more emotion.
Think of a semi truck hitting a smart car, that's about as good as I'm feeling at this moment. Tucker pulled me into a hug, my face buried in his chest, and my arms hungrily grabbing his shirt for some kind of solace to this situation. I cried, harder and shaking terribly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and then another. I would've smiled from the gestures, but this, this isn't the time.
"So what now," Adele asked.
"I don't know, their funeral I guess," I said sighing, "I don't even know how to plan one, I shouldn't even be planning one now, I.."
I trailed off, knowing at least one of them got it. It wasn't long ago when the Adele's brother died, death always comes in threes right?
"First things first then," Adele said pulling me to my bathroom, "take a shower Mic, and I'll call uncle Rob for you."
"Alright," I said, glancing back into my room before starting my shower.
