My Highschool Dream Love - Part 14
Brad was just as shocked as I was.
"Dad...?" Brad asked.
"In the flesh." Brad's father said.
"But...I thought you were-" Brad started to say.
"Dead?" Brad's father finished his sentence.
"Ya." Brad said.
"Why don't you ask your mother? She was the one who made you get the idea that I was." Brad's father said.
His voice sounded very icy. It kind of creeped me out.
Brad turned his attention to his mother.
"Mom, what is going on?" Brad asked, begining to get aggrivated.
"Alright, Brad. You deserve an explanation. One night many years ago me and your father had a horrible argument. He wanted to have a divorce. I was devastated. I didn't want you to know that we had one. So when he left, I told you he was in a tragic accident and that he died."
"Didn't you have a funeral?" I asked.
"No. I told Brad that he was too beat up to be shown at a wake and we didn't bother." Brad's mom replied.
"Why would you do such a thing?" Brad asked.
"That night I was so mad at your father that I didn't want you to see him again. So I faked it." his mom said.
"I was in on the whole thing. I knew what they did since I was older and happen to walk in when dad said that he wanted a divorce. Since I decided that I didn't get away with the robbery, and I knew that you were getting married, I thought I'd let dad know that you were getting married as well." Anthony said.
I hated him right now. That was really rude. I knew why he told his father so he'd show up. So Brad and his mom could hate each other. Anthony seemed to have read my mind.
"I did it so you and mom could be aggrivated with each other and not talk to each other." Anthony said.
"Could you ever forgive me Brad?" his mom asked.
I could tell he was pretty aggrivated with his mom. However, what he said next really shocked me.
"I forgive you mom. I knew what you tried to do was best for me." Brad said.
Anthony's eyes widen. I guess his planned failed. Brad's father walked down the aisle, Anthony waling right behind him.
"No son of mine will get married to another man. If it was a women, I would allow it. No son of mine will be gay." Brad said in a very cold tone.
"Why not!? Why can't you accept who I am?" Brad said in anger.
"Because I just can't." his father replied.
I was furious with him myself now. I really didn't know what they do when someone says that the couple can't married. I turned my attention to the priest.
"What do we do in this situation?" I asked.
"Well, until you convince Brad's father that you guys can married, you guys will not allowed to be married." the priest replied.
That was the answer I was not looking for. There was no way that we would be able to convince Brad's father to let us get married. He was really determined to not let us get married.
"What do we do now?" I whispered to Brad.
"You guys are not getting married, no matter what your plan is to try and convince me." Brad's father said.
"I'm going to get married rather you like it or not. We will find a way to do it." Brad said in anger.
"I wouldn't be to sure about that." Brad's father said.
After he said that, I saw him pull out a gun and point it directly at me. My whole side of the family gasped.
"What is with you guys and guns!?" I said in aggrivation.
"Brad, if I find out that you two got married, then I will kill him." his father said.
Brad freaked out.
"Maybe we shouldn't get married." I whispered to Brad, begining to loose hope.
"What!?" Brad said in astonishment.
"I dunno, we're obviously in a corner." I said, looking down to the floor.
I saw Brad's father smile out of the corner of his eyes. He was winning. My mind changed courses. I want to win this battle. I'm going to marry Brad. Rather he likes it or not. I had a plan. I was able to whisper the majority of to Brad before his father to interuptted to tell us to shut up.
"Fine, we won't get married. I won't have anything to do with Brad anymore. I will leave your son alone." I said.
Brad started to ry. It was a fake cry. I told him to do it.
"Good." Brad's father said.
"Everyone! Please escort yourselves and go home. There will be no wedding and no reception. I'm sorry for wasting your afternoon." I said.
Everyone glared at Brad's father and began escorting themselves out of the church. After everyone left, Brad's father told Brad to come along with him.
"Can't I have a moment to say good bye?" Brad asked.
"That's fine." he said and walked out.
"Alright, listen up." I said quickly.
"Alright, what's the rest of the plan?" Brad asked.
"We're going to get a job and after we save enough money we'll get our own apartment. I will only need to finish my junior year since my grades were high enough to get me in a year early." I said.
"Alright, then?" Brad asked.
"We will wait another year for things to die down and when your dad doesn't get suspicious anymore we will throw another reception. Only with really close family though." I said.
"Fine." Brad said, smiling.
This just might work. I thought to myself. We might be able to pull this off. Brad started to walk out of the room. I sat down on the step and thought about this plan. I think this plan is going to work.
Brad walked through the entrance and saw his dad waiting by the door. His father walked up and pointed the gun to Brad's throat.
"What did you talk about in there?" he asked in anger.
"We were just saying goodbye and telling each other how much we're going to miss each other." Brad replied.
"You're lying." he said.
"And what if I was? Are you going to shoot your own son?" Brad asked in anger.
"You're not my real son. I'm your step father. Another little secret your mother left out." he said.
"What..?" Brad said.
That threw him over. His eyes widened.
"So what are you going to do?" Brad asked.
"Since I can't trust you and I'm a firm believer of a man and a man shouldn't get married. And since you're not my real son, I think you know my answer." he said.
The next sound was a gun shot that echoed through the whole church.
I jumped up. I ran down the aisle and burst open the door. I saw Brad on the ground. Shot. Again.
"Oh no..." I said outloud.
I ran up to Brad. I felt his neck for a pulse and I didn't feel any. He was dead. I started crying. Our plan was ruined. I will never be with the love of my life. I called my mom and Brad's mom to let them know what happened. Before I knew it, everyone was back into the church. Still in their dress codes. I guess we were going to have the same funeral that same day. Lucky for us, the priest had a fairly nice cascett that we would be able to use. This was all a little sudden but it did kind of work out. I lifted Brad into the cascette and we began the wake. People walked in a line to see him. I was one of the last ones to go. I decided to give a small ulogy.
"Everyone, can I please have your attention?" I said quite loudly.
Everyone began to die down and I began to talk. I told them what our plan was and how I knew that it was Brad's father that shot him. I also told them that I overheard the conversation that that person wasn't really Brad's father. There were crying sounds throughout the church. Especially from Brad's mom. I really didn't feel any sympathy for her. She lied to Brad with a lot of things and partially cost him his life. I finished the speach and sat down. I started crying myself.
TWO DAYS LATER
Brad's mom picked a grave spot and we had a funeral. Brad's cascette fell to the ground and they started to bury it. Everyone was crying. The priest sang a few hyms and they finished the burial. I went home and was in a slight depression. I lost the love of my life. I felt like it was somewhat my fault. If we didn't spend so much time talking we would have been fine. I started to cry. My mom walked in to my room.
"Tom, you shouldn't be so down. These things happen. Brad didn't deserve what he got but there are crazy people out there. I bet he did it for the love of you. I bet he sacrificed himself so you would live. He loved you so much that he was willing to give up his life." she said.
She had a valid point. Maybe that's true. I felt a lot better right then. I hugged her tight.
THREE YEARS LATER
I was in my dormitory. I was sitting down and typing a little story. I heard the door open and I knew who it was.
"Hey love." he said, putting his hands on my chest and moving them up and down.
I turned around and kissed my new husband on the lips.
"Hey Mirzet." I said.
"Whatcha doing?" he asked.
"Oh you know, just working on my story." I said.
"Oh, alright." he said, jumping on the bed to lay down.
I got up to take a break and went to lay down next to him. I put my head on his chest and rubbed his stomach. He murred as we watched t.v for awhile. He kissed me on the forehead.
"You ok?" he asked.
I sighed.
"Ya, I'll be fine." I said.
"You know how I get when I write my story about my love with Brad." I said.
"Ya, I know. You're almost done though, right?" he said.
"Yup." I said.
That's right, I felt the story was so good that I would write it out for everyone to see. I sat back on the chair and began typing again. Mirzet got up and walked to the door.
"I'm going to get something to eat, you want anything?" he asked.
"No, I'm alright." I replied.
"Alright, I'll be back. Love you!" he said.
"Love you too!" I shouted back.
The only noise that filled the room was the typing and sniffling noise coming from me.
I hope you liked the ending. Thinking about making a sequel to this. Let me know.