My Boss Wants Me On His Bed

“ I can’t believe the old bastard did this to me ”

I keep thinking as fresh, raw grief makes its way under my skin while I’m watching the coffin holding the person I most detest sink into the ground.

“ Even from the grave, beyond death, the old maggot still finds a way to sink his claws into my life. Trying to tear my happiness away.” I say to Carter as we both watch.

“ I guess the devil has finally met his match if this man still has a way to torment you from the depths of hell” he replies while tilting his imaginary hat in fake reverence. 

I wish I could just punch him across the face, to break that perfectly structured nose. I know that everyone, especially the women would go into fits on that one and I’m ready to take on whatever comes after but what good would it do my reputation to punch my best friend at my father’s funeral.

I guess I could just blame it on my supposed grief. That would be very satisfying seeing as the smug idiot chooses to find the humor in my plight. I can see the tingle in his eyes and the stupid smirk playing across his lips. 

At least someone is getting his daily dose of humor.

Trent, on the other hand, cannot seem to get his attention away from his phone. I’m sure he’s waiting on a call from one of his fuck buddies or “ lady companions ” as he loves to call them.

I really hope whoever she may be, she’s damn worth it cause what should be more important than his best friend at his father’s funeral. Nothing should be more important than me right now. Not that I expect the world to stop for me when I suddenly have issues but it should.

He suddenly tears his gaze from his phone and raises his head to look across from us and wait! I can’t read the look on his face. Is that longing or has my grief left me half blind and delusional? Whatever it is, I do not care to find out right now.

I look away from him to stare in the direction he’s looking and there they are. The wild and shameful bunch. She’s not even ashamed, wailing so loudly with all these people staring. I’m not even surprised. It is to be expected when you go to the suburbs, find some cheap trash, dress it upand bring it to the city.