Chapter six.

Tyler's POV.

For the past I don't know four days, I couldn't sleep nor eat or drink something. All I could do was feel the pure raw pain that I couldn't be able to process and get used to or even try to get rid of. The damn pain of losing everything and I mean literally everything was becoming unmanageable by the hour and it felt as if I'd go crazy sooner or later if I didn't control the anger swirling up inside me whenever I looked around and saw what my life had become or rather what they had turned my life into.

Today was my mom's burial and thought of seeing her face for the last time before she's buried 6ft under, drained all the strength I had left in me.

I felt as if I didn't even have the strength to get up and shower let alone do anything. But I had to be strong to fight the thoughts of depression that were slowly creeping in my mind. I had to be strong and pay my last respects to the one who gave birth to me. I had to be strong to get justice for my parents death and get back all that I had lost. I had to be strong and show those bastards that they had messed with the wrong person.

I took a shower that wasn't as refreshing as expected, I dressed up and I was on my way to the funeral home to get my mother's body ready for the funeral. On arriving, I was surprised by the many numbers that had already showed up yet it was too early. I mastered the strength I had left and walked past the many sorry faces and condolences that were sent my way. I fought the tears that were frequently begging to be let out as I walked to the front and had a look at my mother's pale body and face lying there lifeless.

It was 10 minutes to the beginning of the burial ceremony and I was still standing at the front looking at her lifeless body wishing that I would wake up anytime from now and see that this was all but a nightmare. But the longer I waited, realization dawned to me that this was real and nothing could be done to change the situation.

My friend Dick came and stood right next to me and patted my back not speaking a word knowing perfectly that him talking would do me no good. I just nodded with my eyes facing down as I did not want to see the sympathy look on his face trying to assure me that all this would pass and I would be better when in reality I was becoming worse.

Murmurs filled the room as people took their seats so that the ceremony would begin. "Come on Ty, it's time to sit down, the priest is about to walk in," Dick said as he pulled me towards the chairs at the front left specifically for family but sadly there was no family left apart from me. As soon as we took our seats the whole room was suddenly filled with silence as the door was opened and people were busy turning around to see who had walked in.

To my surprise, the Anderson family walked in taking slow majestic strides to the front as people looked at them in awe. Rage, hatred,anger all mixed up boiled up inside my body and soul as I locked my eyes with the person behind my misery. I was about to stand up and beat the hell out of Allison's father when Dick held me back and convinced me that it would be a bad idea to start a fight in my own mother's funeral and so I tried controlling the huge inferno of anger that was eating me up alive. I closed my eyes, took few deep breaths and let the steam dissipate safely into the air.

They took their seats right next to us and they put on quite a show as they remorsefully passed on their condolences to me. Allison didn't even bother to give me a second look as she passed right in front of me and took a seat next to her father. it's not like I wanted her near me or anything. The one whom I longed to be right next to me at the moment was Nora but I was sure she had better things to do rather than showing up to my mom's funeral.

Maybe she was somewhere having the moment of her life with Louis but how I wish she would just show up not even to comfort me or anything but to just have a look at that pretty face for one last time. It was good to dream though.

The priest took the shortest time possible to conduct the ceremony and with no time it was over. He called out for me to step forward and stand right next to my mother's coffin and those who wouldn't be able to go to the burial grounds to come and pay their last respects as the consoled the bereaved. One by one they came, some were even crying and they tempted me to do the same but as I had said earlier, I needed to be strong especially in front of the eyes of my enemy.

I closed my eyes and fought those tears. No sooner had I opened my eyes than I was met by those familiar sapphire eyes that held nothing but pure and sincere sympathy as they looked back at me and for a minute I felt the weight on me become less heavy. A simple look from those eyes and I could finally share all that I felt at the moment, all the mixed up emotions within me with someone who completely understood me and what it felt like to be in such a situation.

This must have been a dream as I had my eyes closed earlier. When the hell did I fall asleep though? I tried opening my eyes but I realized that they were already open so if I wasn't dreaming, then I was possibly seeing things.

Then she spoke up and called my name as she took my hand into her tiny soft palms, and it dawned to me that she really was standing in front of me and that she really did care that's why she came. With no thought in mind, I pulled her to me and hugged her so tight as I finally let out all the tears that I've been holding back since morning. Only she could bring out this side of me. Expecting her to push me away, she wrapped up her hands around me tighter too and murmured softly to my ears, "you'll be okay, don't worry I'm here for you. You can let it all out okay?" Those simple words were like music to my ears and really soothing to my wounded soul. All I could do was just nod in approval.