Shattered

Chapter 16

"Are you going to be ok today?" He asked.

"Yeah, why?" I tried to play dumb.

I really didn't want to talk about it.

"The funeral and everything." He pushed lightly.

I just shrugged and continued to mess with the hair tie on my wrist.

"I heard that Daxton and Noah wanted to meet one of your friends." He said after a few minutes of silence, "They said you were acting weird about it."

"I don't have friends." I said like it was a normal thing.

"Jack was your only friend?" He asked slowly, obviously trying to not upset me.

I was fine talking about it sometimes, but it wasn't something I wanted everyone to know.

"Yep." I said with a small fake smile.

Before he could respond, Winston entered the room with a smile.

"Adeline, your father has requested that I pick you up and bring you to the cemetery after school." He said.

"Ok, thank you." I said with a smile.

"Does anyone know?" I asked Hunter after Winston left.

"Only dad and I know." He assured me with a smile.

I nodded, starting to mess with my ring.

Today was not going to be fun.

*Later that day*

I was currently in the back of a limo, staring out the window silently.

We were on our way to the cemetery.

The feeling I felt sitting in the back of that car was the same thing I felt the day Jack died.

I honestly didn't know something could hurt this much.

When we got to the cemetery, Winston waited in the car while I went to where Jack was going to be buried.

I saw the casket and that's all I needed to start crying.

Thankfully I was able to compose myself and blink the tears away before the people noticed me.

"Are you the only one coming?" One of the men asked.

I nodded with the smallest fake smile, making confusion spread across the three men's faces.

They nodded slowly before stepping away, letting me have a moment with just Jack.

The casket was open, and he was dressed in his favorite T-shirt and sweatpants.

"Uh, hi," I said awkwardly, "Um, sorry I wasn't the best friend."

I bit my lip in an attempt to stop myself from crying.

"I hope you are happier," I whispered, feeling my voice crack, "I, um, I'm living with those rich people who live in that mansion on 2nd street; it's not the worst, but it's not anything compared to when you were here."

A tear fell from my eye, but I ignored it.

I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself as best as I could.

"Sorry, I'm still not good at this," I tried to laugh, "Uh, I just hope you are ok, and you're happy. I'll never forget you."

I leaned down and placed a small kiss on his forehead.

"I love you." I whispered.

I walked away from the casket, giving the men the ok to bury him.

Once he was in the ground, I placed a flower on top of the casket, whispered one last 'thank you for everything,' and walked away.