Liam's POV

To say the least, the drive back from New Orleans was uncomfortable. It was also quiet. Nobody said a word.  I found myself sitting next to Leah in the front passenger seat on the way back. She was not aware of what happened between Me and Giselle. Neither of us were thinking things through that night. When I took a shower that morning after our dirty deed, Giselle hopped right in with me. The shower lasted a good forty-five minutes with us doing more than showering. Leah returned to the hotel room about half an hour later as both of us returned from the free breakfast in the lobby. We had completely forgotten about Leah. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't just call things off with Leah. There was something there between us. I still cared for her. But Giselle. Oh, Giselle. Were we supposed to keep our relationship a secret? Or were we not supposed to be together? Nothing made any sense. Things were about to get a lot worse.

"911, get to the hospital asap! Both you and Giselle!" demanded Piper through a text.

Leah sped like the wind with us being about ninety minutes away from home. We got to the hospital in thirty minutes.

"What happened?" I asked Piper.

His arm found itself on my shoulder with a serious and tired face. "Boy, you're not going to like this news, but Mills is dead." His eyes looked directly towards Giselle. "Honey, I'm sorry to say that Gloria is also dead."

Giselle ran into Gloria's Room as soon as she heard the news. I just stood there with my hands, arms and legs trembling. My balance couldn't be kept leaving me to kneel to the ground with my hand over my forehead trying to hold back tears.

"No. He's not dead. He can't be. He can't. What the hell?"

"I'm sorry Liam."

Giselle's POV

Rushing into Gloria's room, I saw her body laying on the hospital bed. She was not plugged into anything. Feeling her heart, it became apparent that it wasn't beating. Damn, it wasn't making a single beat. A few heavy breaths caught me leading me to step back with a hand over my mouth. My eyes beginning a show of waterworks.

"No. What the hell Gloria. You can't be dead." Turning to the wall, I smacked a hole with all my might. "Shit Gloria, you can't be dead!" My feet kneeled to the ground and the next thing I knew, I was screaming and crying. A hand found my shoulder.

"It's OK Giselle," proclaimed Ricky with a soft voice.

Standing up, I found myself hugging him as tight as I could. "Did they find anything wrong with her?"

"No. They couldn't find anything. The only thing they could determine was her brain seemed loopy."

Liam's POV

"Johnathan and Gloria were extraordinary people," the priest spoke at the funeral.

It was a rainy morning. Most people including me had their umbrellas out. Over five hundred people were in attendance. Giselle was a mess and had spent the last week crying and missing school. There was no work for me with Mills being dead.

"Johnathan was loved by many. He leaves behind many loved ones. He was a man with a vision."

This funeral was too hard to sit through.

"Gloria was a wonderful woman. Although she had lost her way in life, she found redemption as most of us do. She had many loved ones."

The funeral thankfully came to an end. It felt like an eternity. There was no way I could stay for the reception and needed to be alone.

Giselle's POV

The nerve of my father showing up to the damn funeral. The damn nerve. Avoiding him was impossible. Once it ended, people made their way to the reception. Ricky was my ride.

"Need a ride?" asked my father.

What followed next was a sad and angry laugh. "Do I need a ride? Why the hell are you even here? All she was to you was your damn whore. You go to any of the other funerals of your whores?"

"Dear, it's not like that at all."

"It's not like that! Son of a bitch dad! What the hell do you mean it's not like that! Look at what you did to Gloria. All of this is your fault. Shit, she wouldn't be dead if you had kept it in your pants in Vegas. Your damn pants! Look at what you did to mom!"

"Stop Giselle!" commanded Jaxon as he pulled my arms. "Let's get in the car. I'll take you to the reception."

"No Jaxon! No!" My body pulled away from him. "He deserves to hear the truth."

Jaxon wouldn't allow it and grabbed my shoulders again with his eyes directly against my eyes. "Listen to yourself, Giselle! You're angry. I get it. But he's still our dad and he still loves you. Can't you just apologize?"

"Apologize? You want me to apologize? Why the hell should I apologize to that son of a bitch? He cheated on mom Jaxon! And you want to forgive him for that? Who's side are you on?"

"I'm not on anyone's side!"

"So leave me alone!"

Within a quick moment, I found myself in Ricky's Car. It was a bit of an awkward drive considering he witnessed the scene with my dad. Any wrong word and I would likely lose it. 

The reception was forgettable. Liam didn't even bother to make an appearance. Leah made sure she was there though. At one point I noticed Ava who was hiding and didn't want to be seen by anyone. With much effort, I tried to find her and talk to her. I wanted to know what she was going through. Why was she in jail?

"Sorry I missed you at the reception," my text to Ava read once it was over. She had ignored it. In fact, the next several messages were ignored. What the hell was going on with her? Why was she ignoring me? I couldn't even find her in school anymore.

...

"Hey, Giselle," greeted Sara one day outside of the school building. "You doing OK?"

"Hey, Sara. I'm hanging in there. Have you seen or heard from Ava?"

Licking her tongue, she responded. "To be honest, I haven't really seen her around. There were a couple of times this week where I thought I saw her under the bleachers. I may be to blame for that. There's a lot going on for her right now and I think she's trying to make sense of it right now."

"What about you? How are you doing?"

"I've had better days," she shrugged. "If I'm being honest, I've been confused and a little hurt because I thought I knew Ava. She was special. At this point, I'm not expecting much from her or anyone. I just want to graduate and move on with my life."

Nodding, we said goodbye and I walked off noticing the trashcan in a weird position. Poor Ava. She was hurting. Several times that day, I looked under the bleachers, but she wasn't there. She wasn't at home. I couldn't find her anywhere. My mind was starting to assume the worst.

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Next Chapter: Liam, Giselle, and Ava all seek advice from a priest, but not at the same time. So get ready for several POV Shifts.

Should Liam tell Leah what happened? Should they break up?

How do you feel about Gloria and Mr. Mills being dead?

Should Giselle forgive her father?