Funeral

I woke up and knew what day it was.

I brushed my teeth, took a shower and got ready.

Vetala looked at me. "Big day huh?"

I looked at him blankly.

"Your meeting your dad!" he exclaimed.

"Today is my grandmother's funeral so it would help if you don't bother me. I'm not meeting anyone and even if I do I don't care" I responded.

Vetala sighed and went off trying to find something to do, although his options were limited.

I left the room and outside May was waiting for me. We got into the cab and made our way to the venue.

"I hope your feeling all right" May said.

I didn't respond. I looked at the sky outside which had turned dark grey. There was nothing on my mind. I didn't think, I didn't talk.

Everyone else was probably already there but I had woken up late.

After some time we reached the venue. I got out of the car. A lot of people came, none of them my father. Many people came, some speeches given, people came up to me to offer their condolences but it wasn't like anyone really cared.

My grandmother had 3 children and yet only my father had said he would come. The other two couldn't be found. That's what they had told me. But I wouldn't have been surprised if they had said they wouldn't.

Eventually the funeral ended. There seemed to be no trace of my father, which was fine by me.

May and their family were standing by and I went over to them.

"Are we going to leave now?" I asked.

"No, we still have to wait for your father." May's mother, Martha, said.

"He's made it perfectly clear he's not coming. The funeral's over! What's the point of arriving now?" I reasoned.

They all looked at each other with concern. It was pretty clear that they were hiding something from me.

I walked away and sat down on a chair. My monitor band, a device which monitors body conditions, beeped.

-You are feeling aggravated.

"No shit Sherlock" I muttered.

We waited for an hour and just as I was about to explode a black limousine pulled up at the front.

My heart did a 360.

I was going to see my father for the first time.

However instead of him a woman with blonde hair stepped out.

She came over to us and greeted us.

I'm Maya Garcia. I'm Mr Sylas's secretary.

"Wait, where is he?" I asked her.

She raised her eyebrows in a quizzical way, as if she didn't expect me to ask such a stupid question.

"He was busy of course."

That made no sense to me. If he's busy and couldn't come why bother sending someone. To convey his sadness?

Martha put a hand on my shoulder. "He doesn't know" she said.

"That would explain it" the secretary responded.

She continued.

"In short Mr.Sylas wants full custody of you."