After I made my way home, I couldn't shake what happened with
Grace over the past 24 hours. She was completely different, not
caring, not wanting to do anything, being more distant than
I pulled out my phone and Decided to call her dad.
"Hi, is this Nathan? Grace's father?" I asked.
"Yes, Sam? Is Grace with you?"
"No, She just left on the bus for home. Is there something
going on?" I asked him.
"Kinda of yes, Why? Didn't she tell you?"
"Tell me what?" My eyebrows raised up.
"Sam, Graces mother was taken off life support yesterday
morning. It was a last minute decision that Grace didn't
agree with. Shes on her way home for the funeral at noon, burial
is at 1."
"She-She never told me."
My head dropped as I ran my fingers through my hair.
"I don't know why she didn't. I'm so sorry that
she didn't tell you Sam." Nathan spoke softly.
"Dad, Im home." Graces voice sounded through the
"Alright." He replied to her.
"Sam, I gotta go. Please come to the funeral. I know Grace
needs you there. Even if she wont admit it." Nathan told
"I will, Im so sorry for your loss." I told him before
The clock on the wall told me it was 11:30 already, enough time
to shower and dig out my black suit.
I walked into the house around 11:30 ish and dropped my bags by
"Dad, Im home." I shouted as I glanced at him on the
phone with someone.
"Alright." He replied.
I made my way upstairs as he continued talking and quickly
showered, then straightening my hair pin straight and pinning my
bangs out of my face, with the freebees being loose.
I slipped on my plain black dress and blue high heels with blue
heart necklace, blue being my moms favourite colour.
Well, it was.
My face stayed plain knowing if I even attempted make up, it
would be washed away with my tears soon enough. My dad called
from downstairs saying it was time to go, and I slipped my heels
on, following after him, the sun hidden by the dark clouds
looking like it was going to rain. He started up his truck and
pulled out of the drive way, heading towards the cemetery where
my mom was supposidly lying in a box, waiting to be put into
All of the fire house members and family friends came to see my
mother and offer their condolences for our loss of a strong
woman. We all eventually had to close the casket and proceed to
the back to where my mothers grave stone was for her to be
lowered into the ground. My body felt numb and helpless, wishing
I somewhat told Sam.
I stood next to my father as the Priest said a few final words as
I felt arms wrap around my wasit tightly and my back being pulled
into a strong solid chest. My gaze looked up as I saw Sam's
brown eyes stare into mine, his body dressed in a suit and tie,
holding onto me tighty.
I turned around and buried my face into his chest, fisting his
white dress shirt into my hand tightly, sobbing. I was thankful
that he was here. Sam buried his face into my nexk, placing soft
kisses in the crock on it and along my jaw line.
Eventually, Sam pulled me out of his chest, so that we could both
watch as they lowered my mom into the ground. After a moment of
silence and for people to say final goodbyes, they ushered us to
our cars before they covered her casket with dirt.
I held onto Sam's hand the whole way back to the cement where
the vechicles were all parked.
"Grace, we are going to go get some late lunch at the Cafe,
don't be too long, Sam can come if he wants." My dad
yelled slightly loud, wiping his eyes quickly.
I nodded my head as I leaned against Sams arm.
"Grace?" Sam whispered.
"Yeah?" I replied, trying to rid my eyes of tears.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.
"I didn't want to. I didn't need you trying to fix
everything." I replied, not meaning to sound harsh.
"Why not?" He wondered.
"Because Sam, You can't fix everything, You can't
protect me from everything." I shouted rather loudly.
"No, But I can try." He whispered.
"Sam, don't. Just don't. Its over with. Shes dead.
Shes gone, Shes in the ground. Its over with. Don't bring up
"I will bring up the past if its a major issue. Which this
is." He answered.
I leaned against his car on the passenger side, hidden from the
guests who showed up.
"I said let it go." I growled at him.
"No, I wont. You should of told me." He spat.
Without thinking, I raised my hand and smacked him across the
"I didn't have to tell you sh/t!" I spat back.
Sams hand raised and almost collided with my face, his arm froze
stopping it a few millimetres from it, his eyes were black with
anger, you could tell he wasn't Sam.
My eyes drooped to the ground and closed tightly, waiting for him
to hit me. Instead I felt his hand trail up my arm rubbing
"Is that what you want Sam?" I asked, staring at him
finally, his eyes back to normal, back to saddness.
"To hit me? Go ahead. Want to slap it out of me? Slap out
why I didn't want to tell you? Well fine. I didn't tell
you because I thought you'd try to change it. Try to fix her.
She can't be fixed. You're always trying to protect me.
She was going to die. You couldn't change that Sam. You just
couldn't." I shouted, pushing him back and quickly
running to my dads idling truck.
"You're right." Sam said, before I climbed into my
"I can't protect you from everything, not even this. But
d@mn it Grace, I could of tried. I will try, not matter what. I
wont give up. I'll protect you from everything I can, because
I want to, because I don't want you hurt. You are everything
to me now Grace. I only care about you."
I closed the door, but not before I heard him talk again.
"I can't protect you from everything that happens Grace.
But I promise you this, I will try my absolute hardest. Thats a
I slammed the door as my dad pulled away, heading for home, I
suddenly not feeling hungry.
Shoutouts: To AmberBailey for her amazing help with this story;
Breeze, HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRLL! <3; And Sophie, who is still a