Chapter One
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Chapter One
Brian's point of view
I looked at myself in the mirror, dressed in my black suit. My funeral suit. I had tried so many times to get my tie right, but it was like my hands wouldn’t cooperate. I was starting to lose my temper so I just gave up with it.
There were many things to be angry about, but a stupid f*****g tie wasn’t one of them.
Sighing, I turned around, not wanting to look at myself any more, but my eyes instantly focused on some thing else I didn’t particularly want to look at either.
Walking towards the cot, I looked down at the sleeping baby laid inside it.
Marcus.
My son.
Gina’s Son.
Our new born baby. A baby that will never know his mother because she was ripped away from us in a split second. It wasn’t fair.
Why was it her and not me? Why was it her and not one of the others that were in the car that night?
I loved my son, I really did, but every time I looked at him, I just saw her and I’m just reminded of that night, the night I lost the love of my life. He looked just like her, and as much as I just wanted to hold him and love him and cuddle him, I couldn’t.
As I stood staring at Marcus, Some one knocked on my door. He sturred a little but didn't wake up. Charlotte poked her head around the door and asked if she could come in.
‘Sure’. She walked in, followed by Rob and they closed the door behind them selves. They were both dressed in black and I could tell just by looking at her that Charlotte had been crying, probably all morning.
Rob looked down at the baby and smiled.
‘How are you feeling?’ She asked me. I just shrugged. She is probably the only person in this whole house that comes close to even understanding how I feel.
‘Not great’. I heard my voice crack as I spoke. I was fighting back tears and most likely would be all day.
'Come here' she opened her arms for me and I took her up on her offer and moved in to them, hugging her tight.
As we did, Marcus woke up and started crying. I closed my eyes, trying to block it all out.
'Aww, come here little guy'. Rob leaned forward and picked him up, holding him close and bounding him slightly, calming him down.
It made me jealous to see how well he bonded with my own child, but, well, some one should, and he was already a father he had the instinct. He came over to pass me the baby but I kept my back to him. Getting the message he walked away again.
'I will just go and make him a bottle' and with that, he took the baby out the room and closed the door behind himself again.
'Brian, I know it's hard, trust me. I miss her every single day, she was my sister but you have to bond with the baby. You're all he has'.
'Dont you think I don't know that!' I snapped at her.
‘Ok, Calm down. I know you’re going through so, so much right now, We all are-’
‘NO!’ I raised my voice again, She jumped, startled. ‘The only person who even comes close to knowing how I feel is YOU and even then you have no f*****g idea!’
‘She was my sister!’
‘She was my girl friend, and now she has gone and I have to raise that child alone, all by myself! All of you are gonna greave and move on and me and Marcus are gonna be stuck, missing her, every single day!’. That was it, The tears came and I completely broke down.
I crumbled to my knees and started crying like a little b***h. Charlotte came over and knelt down beside me, wrapping her arms tight around my shoulders and just cried with me.
I wasn’t ready to say good bye to her yet, I didn’t want to.
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