Keep Breathing My Angel

The morning came and I watched Craig get dresses into a casual but classy suite he slicked back his long hair before turning around to ask my approval and as hard as I tried I couldn’t help but laugh at him and I had to mess it up again and returning it to its usual state that I loved so much. I put on my jeans and a tank top before walking over to my house to get dressed.

“He doesn’t know im coming does he?” Craig asked
“No how did you guess?”
“There was no yelling on the phone” I pulled him close and stretched up onto my tippy toes and still only just reaching his lips with my own.

I entered my house to find my dad whipping down the table and placing a glass in the sink.

“Hey dad” I didn’t really know what to say “This is Craig” Craig leant out to shake my father’s hand but my dad didn’t budge so instead put his arm around me and I could tellit bothered him.
“Okay then dad im going to go get ready”
I dragged Craig up into my room and opened the door not realizing how much of a mess I had left the place in instantly got to work first tiding up a little and then pulling out a cute and simple black dress that fell just short of my knees and pulled on perfect black stockings and simple little heels, slightly straightening my hair and applying a small amount of make up. The entire time Craig watched from my bed spread out across the covers, he looked quite at home and for some strange reason that was comforting.

“You look beautiful baby” he commented still from my bed
I pulled him up from my bed into my arms about to kiss him when my dad interrupted
“Bella are you ready we need to leave?” his booming voice came from downstairs and snapped me back into the reality that was my mother’s funeral.
Craig just looked me in the eyes
“Are you ready for this?” he asked his voice sympathetic and I nodded in return.

The trip to the church was silent as to be expected. It wasn’t a long trip; it definitely wasn’t long enough I would have rather just kept driving then attend my mother’s funeral.
On arrival I was greeted by family and friends some of my mothers colleagues, many of these people I either didn’t remember names or didn’t remember meeting in the first place. My family wasn’t that close so it was an easy thing to do. The entire time I did not let go of Craig’s hand he was my savior I could feel him look down at me from time to time and occasionally squeeze my hand just to let me know he was still there.

The church was seated me my farter and Craig up the front with other member of my family. I sat through the ceremony with tears in my eyes trying to keep my sobbing quite I didn’t want people to look at me or feel sorry for me I mean it was my mother who died how come no one ever seems to have sympathy for the dead?

The ceremony ended and everyone had picked themselves up and left the church slowly heading towards my house for tea and coffee. Everyone had left the church except for me and Craig who still hadn’t let go of my hand. I had also not spoken very much except for introducing Craig to some close family. The looks on their faces was incredible I mean if this wasn’t my mother’s funeral and I wasn’t so sad right now I would have laughed in their faces.

I stopped trying to hold in my loud sobs and Craig pulled me onto his lap resting my head in his neck. Quietly he soothed me and my sobs came to a stop.

“I want to promise you something” he says “I want to promise you that I will never leave you” he paused to see my reaction I just looked up at him looking into his peaceful yet tortured eyes I could see the pain that me being sad was causing him and it made me want to cry even more, but I stopped myself for his sake.
“I will always be here for you” he finished he really was my savior
“I love you” I managed to spit out and quickly reached my lips to his scared of what he would say to my reaction. To my likings he kissed me back before helping me out of the church to meet my farther at the car.

Tea and coffee at my house was, yea what do you call it depressing like a lot of depressed people drinking tea and coffee morning over the death of someone they loved? Depressing.

It went by slowly and it was as though there was a roster as there was always someone greeting me and saying how sorry they were and telling me how much they loved my mother. Well no dah I wanted to yell at them I wanted to be alone, to mourn by myself. Obviously these people loved her they were at her funeral and everyone loved my mother I wanted to scream this in their face but I kept quiet and stood hugging Craig which stopped everyone from showing any affection towards me and I loved him for that and so much more.

It ended I mean it had to end and as people left leaving only me, Craig and my farther to clean up the mess, we were done in no time at all and me and Craig headed to my room I quickly shoved some clothes into my large handbag. I felt Craig’s hands grab hold of my waist and it scared me causing me to jump.

“Hey sorry” he quickly apologized and I nodded
“Are you coming home with me again?” he asked
“Do you mind I just don’t want to be here right now?”
“Yea come here” he pulled me towards him “I’m always here okay I love you”
My heart jumped and it probably wasn’t good for my health but I loved it and what I loved more was he actually meant it he looked so genuine and vulnerable and that was hard to do with massive stretchers, snake bites and a fringe that covered half your face.

We made our way back downstairs my bag over my shoulder filled with clothes.
“Craig can I talk to my dad for a minute ill meat you at the door?” Craig shook my father’s hand and left the room, well that was an improvement.

“How are you doing Bella?” my dad questioned me
“I’m okay…thanks to Craig, dad don’t hate him or give him a hard time…he has saved me while you have done quite the opposite” I calmly stated while brushing the makeup from my cheek bone to expose my purple bruise
“I know this has been hard for everyone dad but im not coming home, not yet…I need more time” He nodded “Let me know if you need anything dad I have my mobile on me” I stated he hurt me but I couldn’t desert him I guess as humans we always come back to forgive our parents I think I just needed more time and I need the comfort.

Craig waited for me just out the front door hugging me and lifting me a little as soon as I came out of the door, he had this huge stupid grin plastered to his beautiful face and he giggled slightly.
“I know I shouldn’t be even slightly happy but im really happy you’re coming home with me Bella” he exclaimed
I couldn’t help but smile back at him it was contagious he put me down and swung his arm over my shoulder walking home.