Chapter-3🌜 A Unique Funeral.
William's POV
"You know you will look so hot when you are old." Romie said, eyeing me up while biting her lower lip.
Such a flirt!
"I will?" I asked with uncertainty. Let's be real-I know I am not ugly in any way, but I am not compliment-that-guy kinda hot. Or maybe that's just my insecurities being a bitch.
Like, my golden skin is not that common here, I mean you know the whole golden hour look and all, but the rest of my features are common, nothing unique, like dark hair, brown eyes... ugh!
"For sure, like a sexy silver fox...I am not sure about me though, menopause will fuck with my looks so bad, plus wrinkles, ughhhh no! I would rather die early, when I am all hot and stuff. Body should be tea and curves top notch." She said, gushing on her own looks.
"I am flattered, but no I think you would look ho-" I started
"Aww, but you don't know the difference between Retinol and Peptides, either so..." She said, clocking me.
Like, urm fair...but cruel!
"Hey, that was rude!"
"It's true though..." she shrugged it off.
"Imagine it's my funeral, and I am looking the prettiest.. ."
And then jumped as if an idea came into her mind, "I would love to have a funeral with all my fav dishes served, my exes invited and wait!
We need to have a pre-funeral photoshoot!
I should be buried in burgundy red only!
It makes my skin glow... And also, my phone should be buried with me!
I have so much embarrassing stuff on it.
" She paused and then started again, "Ughhhh, why can I not make sure how my funeral is going? !"
I blinked to check if she's joking..but it turned out she wasn't. ...She was deadass serious, or she has a really good poker face...
Is this the same girl who calls flowers, "waste of money"? I guess we would never know...
"You do know it's a funeral right? It means you are not coming back...
You won't know if it's happening that way or not..." I said, going on with her little mental gymnastics.
"Because usually people do it when the person dies, I am not sure though." I continued while scratching my scruff, as if thinking thoroughly about it.
Also, the scruff reminded me, I need to shave...
Hmm.. why don't you promise to make sure of that?" she asked, finally laughing, seeing the absurdity of the situation.
"Huh? Me?" I asked, a little lost in my own world, "...sure. But what if I die earlier than you?" I asked teasingly.
"Then I would make sure it happens to yours" she leaned forward and kissed me.
I adjusted my clothes that Ryan brought for me, because I haven't gone home.
I just stayed in Regina and Liam's house, we are close, and it's not like I haven't stayed the night here.. Although, never without Romie...
But I figured, going home in this position won't be a nice decision, moreover, Liam and Regina need me here. They lost their daughter after all, someone they had in their lives for 22 years and with a single BOOM, she's gone..
Regina is completely torn, she is continuously vomiting, even though she hasn't even eaten a single thing. Her tears won't stop.
Liam is not that bad, but he isn't any good either.
They both are devastated.
Mourning their daughter.
Crying over a single bullet's deadly action...
A single bullet, that's all it takes.
That's all it took...
And me... doesn't matter.
I looked at my reflection in Romie's dresser mirror, not caring much about my reflection, because, first, I don't care, second, I already know I look terrible, and those dark circles under my lifeless eyes are a sign.
Romie wouldn't like me if she was here today...
Who am I kidding? She would like me in every state.
Even if I had a mohawk... okay, maybe not then. But mostly.
Just the thought of her lightened my mood a little, but then the sense of her loss came over...
But it also gave me enough courage to wipe my face once more and try to look good, even if I am not feeling it.
**
The funeral happened just the way she asked for it to, I made sure she was dressed in red, all of her favourite dishes were there. From parmesan to croissant to tiramisu ...
To even sushi... not a common funeral menu, but she liked it so...
People definitely talked behind our backs about the uncommon menu, but I have better things to worry about.
Although we didn't invite her exes-
As if she had that many.., we both were each other's firsts.
Guess I am the ex she was asking for...
Her phone wasn't buried with her, though, because at the time of burial, we couldn't find it, guess it was lost somewhere in this whole process..
Maybe at the road, where it all happened...
Maybe at the hospital, I have no idea...
??
I am just talking to Regina, consoling her, that my phone rang, and my ringtone buzzed, in the pin-drop silence of church.
I looked at the caller's contact, made me feel sicker...
Tireder.
Everything I am trying to avoid...
My Dad...
Why is he calling?
Also, now...
I have no courage to handle him right now, it's never a good talk with my dad.
But I can't decline it either, because no matter how tired the current-me is, he would make sure my future-me would be worse...
"Excuse me." I gently excused myself and made my way somewhere private. And picked the call.
"Hello.." I asked, my voice a little hoarse, but mostly monotonous. Mostly.
"Where are you?! Get yourself right at home son, we need to discuss something important. Right. Now."
He declined the call, not even waiting for my answer.
See, I told you, he loves me...
I guess I have to leave then...
Because, whatever my dad wants to discuss-wouldn't be nice. I already have bad feelings.
My dad doesn't call me often, because he simply doesn't care. Until I am being the perfect son, I am a ghost. He is more interested in his golf with his colleagues than anything to do with me.
Although, by 'perfect son' don't think for a second, he is impressed with me. Hell he can't be more disappointed by me.
By perfect son, I meant, a thoughtless cow, which doesn't question when you milk her.
Simply, Invisible.
Non-existent.
Inhuman.
Speak when asked to, otherwise, didn't ask, don't care.
I am everything he doesn't like.
Not into sports.
Am way too emotional.
Am too soft.
Am getting a degree in Arts, which he calls the dumbest degree ever.
With love of course..
"Regina...Liam" I looked at them, Liam is currently trying to feed Regina, but she is just...
Not feeling it.
It's not like she isn't trying - Regina hates to be a bother - it's just, she just can't. She would try and it would make her sick, she would vomit, repeat.
That's why, even currently, Liam is trying to feed her a light soup, so at least, just in case...
"I..I gotta go.." I said, I am feeling like the worst person ever.
A selfish dick, leaving the people who clearly need me...
"My dad said it's urgent."
Regina wiped her tears with a napkin, "Don't worry Will, we have got this.. And it's almost over" she said, something that made her cry again.
She leaned back on Liam's shoulder, and Liam rubbed her back gently. "Yeah don't worry son, we have got this, and I will take care of her."
"Please take care of yourself too, and both of you, just try to eat okay? I'll call.." I told them.
Ryan came forward, "Don't worry, I am here, I'll take care of them." Then, a little serious, "You should go.. God knows what your dad means from this 'urgent'. Call me, if something happens, or just call me, kay?"
"I will"
"And, drive safely." He told me and then offered, "Do you want me to drive you home, I don't think you should drive in this position." He pulled out his car keys from his pocket, "I should-"
"No-no..you stay here. I'll be careful." I nodded at them and then turned back towards my car, which again... Ryan brought when he was bringing my clothes.
The drive towards home was way too long and way too short, if that makes sense.
Like, in my mind a lot of stuff was going on-
How she is not here anymore...
How am I gonna take my revenge..
What would dad even want?
I parked in front of my parents' extravagant mansion.
This house was everything a materialistic man would spend his money on. Huge, decorated with everything that would provide comfort and luxury.
I felt all of the emotions making me lost again.
This numbness is good, it won't let me flow with my emotions.
It would allow me to mourn in silence...
I can't be soft now, ironically I said that in front of this man's house, who hates my softness.
But no, I can't be soft now.
I need to take my revenge.
I won't let my softness be a liability.
I won't.
I knocked at the door, because I don't have the keys, and our caretaker of the month - who I don't know the name of - opened the door.
"Good evening sir" she said.
And I just nodded, not to sound rude, but it's just... words won't come out.
I made my way, straight to my father's office, because somehow I knew he would be there. My father spends more time in his offices than he does with his family.
And he was there.
Sitting on his obscenely rich, with a condescending look on his face.
"I see, you are finally back son" he said, his voice filled with authority and narcissism, "Sit down."
I obliged, because what else can I do? "Sir, you wanted to discuss something?"
"Oh, I do." He took a sip of his neat whiskey, in a manner which made my skin crawl.
His eyes are right on me like a vulture with his prey.
He put the glass down and dropped the bomb that even my overthinking couldn't have predicted...
"You are getting married son."
He paused, not for my comfort, just him milking it..
"With the eldest son of Mr. Belladonna."
I AM WHAT AGAIN?!