The Touch

ABBY

Dad settled for only Two days funeral. 
I’m wearing white instead of black showing that I’m not here to mourn, I’m here to celebrate her life, her legacy, she may be gone but she’ll always remain in my heart. I didn’t recognize most of the people who paid respect. I hate every word they said. ”sorry for you lost”

Wreaths everywhere of different colors, designs, and sizes. From politicians, movie industries, different charity organizations, businessmen, powerful people arrived, some stayed long some leave immediately.

I kept my head down, Dad wants me to keep it that way, he wants me to have a normal life away from the scrutiny of public eyes. I know one day I can’t stay in my loophole forever. One day the world will know me.

I want to go home, I feel sick in here. I don’t like attention, this is the reason why I am who I am today. It changed my whole life forever. I spotted Dad talking to one of his friends.

“Dad, I can I have a moment?” The couples both look at me with sadness in their eyes. My eyes widen when I look at them, they must be Seb’s parents, the resemblance, Seb’s got his hair and eyes from his dad, nose, and lips from his mom. They’re both tall and fit and his mom has dimples too.

“You must be Abby?” before I can answer Mrs. Hughes tackles me to a hug and she starts to sniff.

“The last time I saw you, you were still so young, and now look at you, grown up to be a beautiful young woman, Catie must be very proud of you.” I give her a tight smile but I can’t remember I met her before.

“Thank you for coming here today,” I say

The next thing I know Mr. Hughes is next giving me a bear hug.

Then Dad excuses us both.

“What is it pumpkin?” Dad gloomy eyes look at me. He places his hands on my arms.

“Dad, first I’m Eighteen and stop calling me pumpkin in front of people. You can start calling me by my name, can’t you?”

“Sweetheart you will always be my baby girl, old or not you’ll always be my pumpkin.”

“Dad it’s annoying you know?” I look down at my shoes.

“You don’t want me to call you in front of Seb and his parents or you don’t want me to call you pumpkin at all. Seems my daughter has grown up.”

I roll my eyes “Dad, we’re at mom’s funeral. What is it with Seb in his family? I did mention “people” dad.”

“I love you pumpkin” I wrinkle my nose. Before I forget what I’m going to tell him I hold his hands.

“Sweetheart if this is about eulogy, you don’t have to, I’ll never force you when you’re not ready for something like this. I understand. You don’t know most of these people. The truth is you never met 90% of them before. I’ve been keeping you safe for a long time. I’m a little bit paranoid when it comes to your safety and I can’t jeopardize it for just a few minutes. For all I know they might be somewhere near us. Don’t trust anyone here. I lost your mom already and I don’t wanna lose you too.”

You’ll never lose me again dad. Promise. You’re the only family I have left. I can’t afford to lose another one. I love you, Dad.”

I get back to my seat. I smell the familiar scent from yesterday and the tingling sensation spread throughout my body, now it’s affecting between my thighs. I know he’s near me. I kept reminding myself that I’m in my mom’s funeral. This is definitely not good. I have a lot of issues to handle than to give attention to this tension between me and him.

I don’t socialize with people but when he is near me it’s like everything will be okay. I know this is crazy. I don’t even know him. I don’t know anything about him. How old is he? What’s his favorite color? Does he have an FB? Do they do kinky sex? Ouch! The billion dollar question is does he feel the same towards me? Definitely not absolutely not!

Get a grief Abby for God sake.

My palms start to sweat. Drew is glaring at me but I cut him with I-am-okay-look. I move near Drew just to lean my head on his shoulder but before it happens someone sit beside me, the person I’m trying to avoid, the person that send shivers to my spine, took my breath away, made my lips dry, butterfly in my stomach all this kind of 
...shit.

He might notice my discomfort. 
“You okay Abby?” He looks at me, and searches for something in my face “you look so pale, you need a rest, did you even sleep or eat before coming here?” he asks me.

I can’t help but look at him.

Oh, my goodness.

Okay I admit, he is the most beautiful creature ever created. I lick my now dry lips. I have swallow hard.

“Y-yeah, I’m...um I am fine.” Way to go Abby.

He touches my forehead but I’m still looking at his eyes. Holy hell it feels so so good and I feel suddenly cold before I can enjoy the feeling.

“You don’t have a fever.” he scans my face.

“You’re a physician too?” I regret as soon as I blurted it out. I know my best friend is listening.

“I don’t need to be a doctor to figure out if you have a fever or not.”

“Whatever smart-ass”

He just chuckles “Seriously Abby, you need to get home and rest. You still have tomorrow to pay respect to your mom. I’m sure she’ll not be happy to see you like that.”

“See me like that? like what?” I raise my eyebrows.

Then I continue “What does it mean? That I look like shit? Well, thank you for the honesty Mr. Honorable”. Now I can see the hint of a smile on his lips.

Way to shoo the devil away.

Grrrr... he really doesn’t have an idea what his presence did to me or he’s just used to women batting their lashes at him. He has no clue that he is the reason why I feel like shit.

“Hush, show some respect, keep your voice low. What I mean is you need to rest. You’ve been in hell these two days. You don’t have to stay here all the time. You need your strength.” He pauses then looks me in the eyes then to my lips then back to my eyes.

“You’re far from looking like shit. If you look like shit then I don’t know how everyone looks like.”

Ugh!

Don’t believe him, heart. He probably said that to all the women who get into his pants.

Cheesy pickup lines don’t work on you Abby

“I’ll talk to your dad so that you can go home. Did you came here together with Drew?” He asks 
“You don’t have to do this. Why are you even doing this anyway?”

“Doing this? This is what the right thing to do. I guess. Be a gentleman.” he shrugs

“ Gentleman? Ha!”

“I know I’m an ass sometimes. Okay, scratch that I’m an ass most of the time. But I’m just trying to help and your dad will worry more when you’re sick. He has already a lot on his plate.”

Wow, I guess he’s really just trying to help. 
Seb asks my best friend “Drew I’m sending Abby home. Are you planning to stay longer or are you coming with us?”

“Wait you said you’ll send me home. You’re coming with me?”

“Yeah, I’ll send you home myself then I’ll go home after.”

“You don’t have to bother I’ll call my driver.”

“Stop it, Abby, You can’t shoo me all the time, we’re going together and that’s final. I promise I don’t bite unless you want.” I glare.

“Jeez, Abby I’m just kidding.”

“You can go with him, Abby. I’ll stay here for a while with your dad.” Wow, my BFF is now betraying me. I give him a What-is-going-on-with-you look but he just gives me a smile.

Traitor!

After saying goodbye to dad and a quick hug I follow Seb to the parking lot and head home.