Trying to Stay Alive

The Funeral

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The Next week went by fast and me and Frank went to my moms funeral. I couldn't handle it and Frank understood. We stay for awhile. As we were leaving my dad walked in. I stopped dead in my tracks and basically hid behind Frank. My dad walked right past us and went to my mom. He started crying. Me and Frank slowly left. We got in his car and I just got myself into the fetal position.

"Karla he didn's see you"
"Thats not why I am the way I am"
"Then why are you"
"Did you see my dad hes actually crying. Hes never cried only hit......"
"Karla he loved your mom even though yea they fought but still people can love someone so much and not realize that there hurting the one they love"
"What?" I gor confused
"What I'm saying is that your dad loved your mom and he didnt realize that he was hurting her so bad."
"He hurt you though"
"Well that I can't explain but wasn't in your mom and dad that used to beat you"
"Yea"
"Well then your mom changed somehow"
"Yea"
"Well maybe your dad's changing"
"Yea right you dont know him like I do"
"Your right and I never will" He said
"Your right cause he'll porbably hurt you no matter what"
"Ok ....Lets not talk about this anymore"
"Good ..Can you just take me to my house"
"But arent you gonna stay with me"
"Not tonight I need to think right now"
"Ok but I'll be at my house when your ready to come around" He said and the rest of the ride to my house was queit. When we got to my house I got out of the car and just went in. I didnt say goodbye to Frank or anything. He sorta was pissing me off with the stuff about my dad