Jimmy’s P.O.V.
A day has passed and it was now time for my baby sister and her husbands funeral. I wasn’t looking forward to this at all. I didn’t want to say good-bye to them. They shouldn’t leave. They needed to be here at my side with their baby girl. Abby was sad a lot but she found a way to make everyone in the house laugh. She knew that her mom and dad are gone. She would stay with me in the bed, us snuggling together and being there for one another. She would wake me up with a kiss on the cheek and would tell me everything was going to be ok and I would see them beautiful eyes of her mother and the face of her father and I would hold her tight and cry.
I smashed all the pictures of Brian and Katie and cried my heart out for them, cussing them out asking them why they left me. There was times I would have dreams with my sister and my best friend in them and I wouldn’t ever want to wake up.
I haven’t talked to the guys since then, even though its been a few days it’s seemed to really mess up our band, our family. I don’t know if I could go on. I could try but there was no way I could. Without Brian, there was nothing left of the band. He kept it together with his crazy and beautiful guitar solos and his laugh, just making everyone’s day better. He was gone now and there was nothing but bitterness left.
“Uncle shimmy!” Abby came into my bedroom and came and crawled in beside me. I loved it when she called me Shimmy since she couldn’t pronounce the ‘J’ yet, I thought it was the cutest thing.
“What baby?” I asked. I rolled on my back and she came and laid on my chest and came under the covers and covered her self up and she just snuggled to me.
“I miss mommy and daddy,” She said sadly. I heard her sniffle so I pulled her close to my and kissed the top of her head, letting her be safe in my arms.
“I do too baby girl, but they want us happy,” I explained to her.
“How can we Shimmy?” She said looking up to me with her sad eyes.
“Well, we act like crazy people,” I chuckled and got out of bed, “Like this,” I cleared my throat and started to jump around like a maniac. I heard on the bed laughing and she got to her feet and started to bounce and yell like me which sounded like dying orca and monkey sounds. But, I was happy and I was with this little girl that was making me happy again.
“What are you two doing?” My dad stood at the door frame with his arms folded across his chest laughing at us. Abby stopped and plopped down on the bed pretending she didn’t do anything since her parents didn’t like her jumping on the bed. I chuckled and did the same as her making her squeal as she got launched into the air.
“We were being silly,” I said to my dad and grabbed Abby and put her on my lap and tickled her. Her laughter filling the air made my heart leap and the sorrow until my dad told us to get ready for the funeral. He left the room and Abby and I looked at one another and I sighed. She cupped my cheek and kissed my forehead saying that we get to go and see mommy and daddy. I had to smile a little at that because she was right, we were going to see them but it was just going to be heart breaking.
I got Abby a bath, her saying she wanted to look pretty for mommy and daddy and I couldn’t agree with her more. I wanted to look good for them as well. I mean it was my sister and my best friend and they were passed, they needed people to look nice. I got in her room and found her the black dress that I had bought for her and put it on.
“You look beautiful Abigail,” I smiled at my niece who stood there letting me tie the back of her dress. She turned around and hugged me tightly.
“Don’t leave me uncle Shimmy,” She whispered. I felt her clenching onto my shirt and I came and held her close telling her that I was never going to leave her, not ever. I didn’t want to leave Abby, she’s already lost a mom and a dad, if she lost anyone else it would be devastating to her.
“Come on baby, let’s get going,” I told her. She nodded in my chest and I brought her downstairs and slipped on my shoes. My parents were ready, holding onto one another’s hands, my mother getting ready to cry. I got outside and drove everyone to the graveyard. The skies weren’t the usual grey color, thank God. It would only make it worse. But, it was the beautiful light blue skies and the bright sun. It made the day brighter and my heart happier.
The only bad part was that it reminded me of Seize the Day when we were at the funeral and imagining Brian on top of the casket doing his solo as it lowered made me tear up. I saw all my friends, two people I didn’t know, Papa Gates and the rest of Brian’s family. His ex wife was even here, probably after his money just like she always is but it was given to Papa for Abby when she was older. And I would make sure that it would happen.
I said hi to the family, looking over to the two graves seeing a photograph of the two and then their wedding picture. The preacher spoke and I held Abby close to me as we cried for them. I didn’t want to let them go, I didn’t want this to me or to these lovely group of people.
When the preacher was done with the prayer, people came to the graves to say their peace and Abby and I went around the grave trying to find a rose bush. Her mother loved fresh roses and adored Abby picking her flowers. Abby picked some dandelions telling me that she always picked them for her daddy and mommy when they were at the park and they would sit in a vase at home. Her dad would tell her how much he loved her picking flowers for her and it made me tear up again.
“I hate you!” I heard someone scream. I looked to the grave and saw a girl standing there with her fists clenched. I gave Abby a kiss on the cheek and brought her to Papa and asked her to watch her for a while I went and talked to the girl who was screaming at my sisters grave.
“Hey,” I came over to the girl who fell to her knees and cried, wrapping her arms around her tummy. I never met her but seeing her red bangs fall over her face and seeing her black clothes and hearing her pain made me feel sorry for her. I came and knelt down beside her and put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to me and held her, rocking her letting her know that there was someone that cared.
Ruby’s P.O.V.
I don’t know who this person was that was holding me but I felt safe and secure. His arms wrapping around me made me feel warm and just better.
“It’s alright,” He whispered. I recognized that beautiful voice anywhere, it was Jimmy Sullivan, my favorite drummer in the planet. It was true, that Katie was his baby sister.
“She lied to me,” I cried. I didn’t really cared if he would listen to me or not I wanted someone to listen to me, “She freaking lied to me,” I cried. He kept rocking me and telling me that she did it for a reason but I couldn’t see what that reason was. I gripped on the back of his shirt and just cried. I was finally going to meet her but now it was to late to do it.
“Why is she dead?” I cried. Jimmy told me about how Brian was dead from a wreck and how she died of a broken heart. He sounded so gentle when he told me, so nice about it. I heard him sniffling as well and I wrapped my arms around him cautiously wondering if he was going to shove me away but he didn’t. Two complete strangers ended up holding each other next to two graves that were being lowered.
“Bye sissy, bye Brian,” He whispered. I felt his tears on the top of my head and I held onto him tighter. It was strange on how we both just connected to one another like this. I would of never done this to someone and it never clicked with me that I was holding a famous rockstar. I just thought of it as Katie’s brother who needed my help.
“It’s going to be alright Jimmy,” I whispered to him. I heard him chuckle and nuzzle in my neck which felt really amazing.
“I don’t know your name,” He said.
“I’m Ruby,” I told him. He pulled away and just smiled at me.
“That’s beautiful,” He told me.
“Shimmy!” I heard this high pitched noise coming from a distance and saw a baby girl come running up to us and she leaped in Jimmy’s arms and held her tight. I stood, brushing myself off and just walked away from him and into my car and drove off without turning to him calling my name.