WHITNEY

It wasn't a nightmare, everything was real, mum was dead. she was gone and was no more of this world. I would never see her again until I would also trespass, maybe after this life, we would be gathered again.

My mood was gloomy, I had lost my appetite, Addams took me by force and washed my body, and after that, he forced me to eat something.

I didn't want anything, I just wanted to escape this life and its difficulty, I was weary of life, and everything I wished was dead.

There was nothing worth pursuing in this world, I was upset about this ephemeral life scattered with pitfalls.

I had no more the strength to fight against these vicissitudes of existence. The moment of enjoyment I had with Addams hadn't lasted for too long, as if I didn't deserve anything good in my life.

Addams hid his pain and misery yet I knew he was more than hurt, he was devastated but for my well being he had to feign to be strong and face this situation.

He had started loving my mother as his own, no one could resist her amiable and loving personality, she was just an angel.

An abrupt end, an abrupt heart attack, everything we planned was now behind us, and we would never achieve them.

"Another one...try to take another one" Addams demanded with a spoon in hand, he was feeding me cereals.

"I don't want anything please, I want to be alone" I responded, pissing him off.
I didn't want to hurt him but the angry side of me was taking control.
I was there frowning, life was showing me his middle finger.

He put the plate and spoon on the table, sighed, and looked at me.

"Sorry I didn't mean to hurt you" I apologized.

He didn't reply, he just hugged me, and my tears fell again. There were no words able to calm me he knew that thus the hug was the appropriate thing to do.

No word, no noise just this show of affection, his warm cuddle was comforting me even if it couldn't erase the agony.

It spoke, this warm hug told me that even through this storm, he would be there to share every burden with me.

I blurted a cry, a loud one, It came as an impulsion unable to control. "I wish I was dead" I uttered, with a sob.

"Don't tell such a shit" he protested immediately, wiping the tears from his jaws.

"Your mom should have never seen it as an act of courage, you have a lot of joy to experience before passing away," said he, which made me cry the more.
The memories of mama were hard to support.

With a pitiful look, Mr. Wilson entered the room, we were not expecting his visit.

"I am so sorry for everything that is happening" was his way to greet us, this man's presence always had the same effect on me, he was always present when I lost somebody I care of.

However, this time the doctor confirmed she died of a heart attack. He motioned towards us wiping the tears which were on his cheeks.

He was crying, how could he be emotive, with the deepening dark in his heart?

He came and greeted Addams with a hug after that he hugged me too. His tears seemed to be true as Addams' one was. He was hurt. It testified how much mom was loved.
Finally, his heart wasn't just dark, it had, even if it was tiny, a part of light inside this darkness.

"Will you bury her corpse or you will keep her cinder?" he asked immediately after the hug.

I hadn't yet thought of that, however, mom would have liked to go back to the dust where she came from.

"I will bury her corpse, but it won't be now, I will let her corpse sometimes in the morgue" I expressed. I wanted to see her face again, I didn't want her to be so early six feet under the earth.

"okay..!" Addams agreed with me.

"Do you have an Idea of the date of the buried event?" Mr.Wilson questioned.

"She will be kept there until my mind will change" I angrily asserted.

"Why do you show this devotion? It is none of your business" I responded angrily. This anger burning me inside reminded me he was the one who once started this cycle of suffering.

"Sorry, I understand your pain, excuse my intrusion" he humbly declared.

Addams held my hand to tell me to come down.

"The death certificate had already been signed and, everyone knows, the famous Mrs. Lucas is no more among us" He uttered, his fingers on his eyes as if he struggled against the tears which wanted to run down his cheeks.

What the fuck was going on with this man, he spoke about it with such simplicity, caring less about what I was living.

"Dad..!" Addams frowned, to tell his dad it was enough.
He didn't have to toss the dagger into the wound.

I stood with a swollen heart, maybe if I stayed there I would have fucking kill this dude. I walked away going to my chamber, I wanted to be alone.

When suddenly my phone rang before I could make one step forward to climb the first stair, who could be the one calling me? I was used to receiving just one call, the one coming from my mama.

Now she was no more there, who could call me?

I took the phone from my pocket and
nonchalantly glance at it, realizing it was an unknown number, which boosted the suspense.

Addams was staring at me, the will to know what was happening was obvious through his gazes.

I reluctantly hung up on the phone, hearing an unfamiliar voice greeting me.

"Allô Miss. Whitney Lucas" the voice said.

I took a moment before responding "Allô" said I.

"Nice to hear your voice, sorry for what you are passing through."

"Okay..!" I responded briefly to this little share of compassion.

"Sorry for disturbing you, but I am the private lawyer of Mrs.Lucas, I am actually in New York and I want to meet you, for the lecture on her last wills," he said.

My heart flipped, she had never talked to me about a testament. This woman had planned to legally protect me, what a kind of affection. Everything she wanted was my good.

Tears dropped down my cheeks, with a sobbing voice I responded "Okay, your day will be mine"

"Nice, give me your address and I will be there today in a while" he announced.