26.

                                    

                                          
Ali's P.O.V
                          
It was 7:00am on Friday. I hadn't slept a full 8 hours since I heard the news. I was currently sitting in Cameron's car outside of the roller rink. Thinking about all of the times I came here with my dad as a little girl. 
                          
This is the place Cameron took me on our first date because Kian told him it's where I'm happiest. Right now, I'm not happy. I'm not one bit happy. I've lost my father, one of the greatest men I've ever known. He's gone and he's not coming back. 
                          
It was slightly raining outside. A couple of drops landed on the windshield every so often. I had been sat here for an hour and I was waiting until it was time to go home and say goodbye to my father one last time. 
                          
After staring angrily at the building before me for a good 30 minutes, I decided it was time to leave. I started the car and drove back home trying to prepare myself for the moment that was to come. 
                          
"Hey where have you been" Cameron asked as he walked down the stairs in his freshly cleaned suit. 
                          
"Just out" i whispered 
                          
"Ugh Kian will you get these kids out of here" my mom yelled referring to my younger cousins who were running around the house chasing one another 
                          
"Mom calm down" I shushed her and rubbed her back 
                          
"I'm sorry....I'm sorry" she sobbed as she pulled me in for a hug. I calmed her down while stroking her hair. 
                          
After helping my mom, I left to take a shower and get dressed. It was now 9:00am and Cameron was downstairs with Gina making some breakfast while my aunts, uncles and cousins filled the house. 
                          
I stood under the water for a while until finally deciding to move and clean myself. I got out and put on a simple black dress black pumps. I dried my hair and left it the way it was. 
                          
I left the bedroom and made my way towards the living room which was full of my relatives who were either eating or crying. I couldn't handle any of this, I walked away to the back yard. 
                          
"You doing okay" Kian asked walking behind me 
                          
I was stood staring at the sky "Yeah, you" I asked 
                          
"I'm fine. Listen Ali, I'm sorry about the other night. I...I know that dad didn't...you know" he trailed off 
                          
"I know and it's okay. You were trying to find a better explanation and Unfortunately, that's never gonna happen" I sighed as I folded my arms and looked down at the grass 
                          
Kian stood beside me and placed his arm around my shoulder as I rested my head of his shoulder "we'll get through this, one day at a time" he whispered 
                          
Soon Cameron called us both inside, it was time to leave for the church. We were seated in a car behind the hearse with the rest of our family following behind. 
                          
As we reached the church I felt the urge to vomit. We stood behind the coffin outside waiting for my dad to be carried in. I was already crying and knew I wasn't about to stop. Cameron held my hand tightly while Emily grabbed onto my other one and hid her face in my arm. 
                          
The mass went on. Multiple people stood up and talked about my dad and the kind of man he was. Prayed were said and hymns were sung. Kian got up to speak the final word 
                          
"There's a lot of words you could use to describe my father. Brave, caring, loving, kind, loyal, honest, helpful. But to me and my two sisters, he was and will always be known as the greatest dad. Apart from my mom, his children where my dads life and he spent every minute he could with us. He was always there to offer help and support if we needed it. He was the best dad that I could ever ask for and I will spend the rest of my days missing him and wishing he was here. Dad, we will never forget the amazing man that you where. We love you always. KK, Ali Pop and Em J"
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"You were amazing today. I'm so proud of you" Cameron whispered in my ear as I cuddled up to him while we were sitting outside 
                          
After the funeral everyone came back to our house for food and drinks. Everybody was inside talking while Cameron and I where dat outside 
                          
"Thank you. Thank you for everything you have done this whole week, you've been amazing" I smiled up at him 
                          
"I'm always here" he smiled as he kissed my forehead 
                          
"I don't wanna stay around here too long. Do you wanna go back home on Sunday" I asked 
                          
"Whatever you wanna do" he smiled as he kissed my lips sweetly. 



                          
A/N   This sequel is quite dark and a bit morbid. I'm gonna try and lighten it up a bit. Thank you so much for reading and don't forget to vote and comment. 
                          
Btw the "kk, Ali pop and Em J" where their dads nicknames for them 💘