The Sharpest Lives

I walked down the aisle, the shiny, polished pews guiding me to the front of the church. At the front of the church was the man I’d always loved, ever since I first laid eyes on him, the one that helped me through thick and thin, the man that I will always love present through to the far future. Getting closer to the first pew of the lot, I began to feel emotional; sure I’ve cried many days before this day arrived, even in the car coming here. I reached the front of the church and turned to look at my father, lying dead in his coffin. I felt trickles of warm liquid make it way down my cheek to my chin and drop on the my chest.

He was lifeless, well obviously, but his face was as white as a ghost, which was a coincidence because knowing dad’s lively and daring nature, he’d probably be haunting the one person he never really liked; Ronald, his old boss. I let the corners of my mouth raise slightly before they sank back into the position they’d been in for 1 week now. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, I turned around and it was my aunt Vicky, she handed me a tissue and said something I didn’t quite hear. I muttered an almost silent ‘thank you’ and used the white piece of fabric to wipe my chest and face, to rid myself of tears that just seemed to flow freely.

“If you would all please be seated,” the priest asked in a soft tone. Everyone stopped their conversations and seated themselves on a pew where they could fit. “We’re all gathered here today to celebrate the life of James Slater, who was a loving father and mate, he’ll be dearly missed. I would now like to invite some fellow colleagues of James’ to say a few words.” The priest exclaimed and walked briefly off of the podium, and passed three of dad’s work mates as he did so. I zoned out as I kept my eyes on the brown coffin that was perched upon a stand. I don’t know why the rest of my family decided to have an open casket, I think they said something along the lines of ‘it’s what your dad wanted’.

“The last person I would like to invite up to talk today is James’ only daughter, Delphine.” I went partially numb as I shimmied my way out of the pew I was sitting in and stepped up onto the podium where I didn’t have a speech prepared or anything. Clearing my throat, I lowered the microphone to my short height and began to speak my mind.

“Hello,” I paused attempting to catch my breath, “My dad was my hero, and I loved him from the moment I was born. He was always there for me, he never really left my side and never went for a different football team,” I heard slight chuckles echo around the room, “I once remember waking up one morning and he was asleep on my bedroom floor. When he woke up, he said that he felt alone in his bedroom. I remember the first day he called me Dolphin,” I choked back
on some tears and brought my hand up to the dolphin pendant-necklace my father gave me for my 15th birthday last year, “We were walking down the beach in Byron Bay, I was just 6 years old, eventually reaching a small shack that sold little trinkets and gifts. He walked in and bought me a bracelet with dolphins hanging off, as he put in on my wrist he mumbled ‘dolphins for my dolphin’,” I paused, recalling all the times he’d comfort me with the nickname ‘dolphin’. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you, dad. I mean; where will I live? A friend’s house? Sure. But nothing compares to you and how much I want to spend more time with you. I love you so much daddy, and I always will.” I said before letting the tears slip, the sobs be heard and the bittersweet misery that I held in my heart pour out to my dead father.


~3 weeks later~

“Hey you two girls! Ditsy blonde and short brunette! Bring yo asses over ‘ere!” Kassandra and I stopped dead in our tracks. We gingerly turned around and seen a group of men aged around their late twenties. I was scared but granted we were walking past a pub. I noticed that they were standing under a shelter and we were standing out in the rain, so being the fucking trooper that I’d become, I went over and pulled Kass with me. Once we got closer, I heard the sounds of what sounded like a punk band playing inside the pub. I felt the sudden urge to walk in, but I was only 16, not 21 so I had no chance.

Now before I’m ridiculed for being out at 12:07pm with my best friend at a pub, I’ll tell you what’s gone down over the past 3 weeks – After the funeral, I spent a week mourning in my house, I cried, didn’t eat and barely bathed or showered myself (I know, gross). My aunt Vicky noticed and invited me to stay over her house so I have somewhere to live, since I was now living by myself (my dad was a single parent). I was almost going to accept until I remembered that my cousins are all brats and they hate my guts no matter what I say or do, so if I moved in their house, they’d fucking butcher me. I rejected her offer and told her that I wasn’t ready to leave home, she was hesitant, but agreed. As soon as I got that out of the way, I called up Kass. She hates her mother, I mean who wouldn’t, she hardly lets Kass go to school let alone out with friends. I had a grand plan of running away and I asked Kass to accompany me, she agreed and I used the money that my father left behind for me –which was a lot– and payed for our plane tickets to America. I know, HUGE ASS decision. Apparently, Kass told her mum that she was going and her mum said whatever, so that’s fine. We are in New Jersey, walking the streets, sleeping in the parks. Not our wisest move, but we’ve gotten by, right?

“How’s about you two girls show us some of your young titties and we’ll get you in the bar?” the one with the stubble on his face asked. “Uh how about no?!” Kass said with some sass in her tone. “Awh, why not sweetie, is it because you’ll be cold? I’ll fix that!” The other one said, while putting his arm around Kass. She gingerly moved away from him, standing slightly in the rain.
“What about you, darling, care to show me a good time?” one of the obscure men purred into my ear, as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Hell to the no, get the fuck off me please!” I tried to sound polite but I knew I sounded desperate for him to let go. “No, you’re going to show me your tits, and I’m going to give you the time of your life!” he spoke a little more clearly this time. I looked at Kass, while panicking and realised she had a problem of her own, the problem being some human trying to latch on to her and pop her cherry.

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU PHYSCO CREEP!!” I screamed while struggling to get out of a death grip. “Baby, you’re not going anywh-” He was cut off short and I was released from the eagle grip I was trapped in. I looked down and the guy was knocked out cold with a little blood oozing from his nose. I looked up and seen Kass running towards me. I grabbed her and pulled her into the tightest hug I’ve ever given her. I felt a tear run down my cheek, but quickly wiped it away. 3 men were laying on the ground when we let go of each other, and 3 men were standing in front of us. They looked about in their early twenties, at the most. One had black hair that reached just to his shoulders, one had a black Mohawk kinda thing with red on the sides and the other has dirty blonde hair with white glasses perched upon his nose.

“Are you two okay?” white-glasses asked. “Yeah, I think we’re fine, uhmm… why are they on the floor?” Kass asked, being her usual nosy self. “We got rid of them for you,” the one with shoulder length black hair said, “Why are you outside a pub?” he continued. I scoffed then explained what happened.

“So, you’re from Australia?” Mohawk asked after noticing our accents.
“Yes.” I answered
“Are you here on holiday?” shoulder-length asked.
“Woah, wait, we don’t even know you’re names!” Kass said, a little freaked. All of the guys chuckled and told us their names.
“Gerard.” Shoulder-length said.
“I’m Mikey.” Glasses added.
“And I’m Frank.” Mohawk finished.
“Well, I’m Kassandra, and this is Dolphi-… Delphine” Kass noted then looked at me apologetically for mentioning the nickname that my father gave to me in front of strangers. I gave her a smile that said it was ok, because I really have to start accepting that he’s gone, even though he’ll be the man I’ll always love the most.

“How old are you girls?” Mikey asked, sounding worried.
“We’re 16” Kass answered.
“A little too young to be outside a pub don’t you think?” Gerard questioned us.
“We’re walking home” I half lied, well, we were walking towards a park that we’d be sleeping in and we’d hid our shit in, behind a tree and in some bushes, so it kinda was our home.

Notes

Yo peoples, so I deleted my other story In A Bullet's Embrace because I actually had no idea where I was going with it, but during a math class at school I had ideas and I saved them in my memory bank, all I needed was a song to go with it and voila, a story.

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