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Gone with th Wind, (2)

No, this couldn't be happening.

First, Dad. Now, him and Jolie? What's wrong with this world? Why did everything have to go against me?

If everything's going against you, then you're on the wrong lane! , were the words that screamed on my bumper sticker. Tearing it viciously from my bedroom wall, I flung it down, and as I did, I collapsed into a weak heap on my bed, pouring out all the tears that had been trapped in me ever since who knew when.

No, Dad, dont leave us, dont leave us just like that. When the machine changed from a slow beep to a monotone pitch, I knew everything was over. Dad, the one who had always been so strong. Dad, the one who always had a never-say-die attitude towards everything. But here he laid, his body cold and stiff, eyes shut, his mouth in a tight smile, and a drop of tear rolling down his wrinkled face. He had succumbed to Death, leaving us all behind, lost and helpless without him.

That faithful moment, I was too stunned for words. Steadying myself against Dad's bedstand, my vision blurred, but no tears flowed down. Looking down at my dad, I know that he was gone, but somehow that didn't sink in. I wished that he would just open his eyes, maybe for one last time. I had so much I wanted to tell him, so many sorries I wanted to say. But I could never have the chance again.

Back at home, the house felt so empty, all traces of Dad had been removed, his comb, his clothes, and even his favourite colonge. It felt like the house was stripped of memories of Dad, like he never ever did exist.

The three days of Dad's funeral were unbearable. Mom cried her heart out, crying for Dad to come back, while I could only kneel down and comfort her. No matter how hard I wanted to cry, no tears seemed to come out. It was pure torture, unable to cry for a loved one you had lost. Thankfully, he and Jolie were there for me throughout those days, telling me that I have to be strong for my mom and myself. Their presence lifted up my spirts, making me know that even as Dad was gone, I still had them, the best boyfriend and bestfriend in the world.

Following the funeral, Jolie and him would accompany me almost all the time. When I was at home, either one would text me or call me up for a chat, making sure I was okhay, showering me with love and care, like they were taking over the place as my father.

One day, I decided to drop by at his place while passing by, just to give him a big hug and a kiss on his cheeks as a way of saying thank you for being such a great and perfect boyfriend.

Walking up to his doorstep, I noticed that his front door was ajar. Weird, he could never have a peace of mind when his main door was left ajar. Curious, I pushed open the door, walking into his house. Breathing in, I took in his distinctive scent that hung heavily in the air, leaving a smile on my face. His scent always made me feel relax and comforting.

Walking up the stairs to his room, I pictured him sitting comfortably on his beanbag chair, with his PSP in his hand and his handphone by his side, ready to pick it up when it rang. He would be so engrossed in his game that he would not notice me walking in, and then he would have a shock when he saw me. Then we would hug and he would swing me around in his arms, and then..

Wait wait wait. How could it be?

I was too shocked, too stunned for words.

No, my eyes must be playing a trick on me.

Jodie and him.

Jodie climbing over him with his shirt unbuttoned.

Jodie's lips on his.

Jodie's hands on his.

No, it can't be true.

With a hand covering my mouth, I tried to stiffle a sniffle but it escaped, jerking Jodie and him back from their lovey-dovey world into reality. The surprised looks on their faces told me that they did not notice me standing at the doorway all the while.

Turning around, I ran down the stairs and out of the house, my ears blocking out my name being called from behind me.

I ran, feeling shattered and twice as hurt and upset.

Jodie and him, my bestfriend and my boyfriend.

It kept playing over and over in my head, forcing me to accept the reality. I tried to shut it out, but the harder I tried, the more I failed. Hot tears stung my eyes, and without warning, they flowed freely down my cheeks.

Everything seemed so meaningless now, Dad's gone forever, Mom's in a bad state, unable to accept Dad's death, and now? Jodie and him had betrayed me. Life seemed so meaningless now.

I continued running, running aimlessly, until I reached a point where bright lights blinded my view, and everything faded to black..