I'll Make You See It Was All Real-Sequel to When Does the Pretend End?

Chapter 17- I'm What

  Lucy's Pov

"Lucy you should eat some breakfast" Dad says and I look up from the couch as he puts the room service food on the table. "I'm not really hungry Dad" I say. My stomach has been in knots since yesterday. I can't get the image of Tina's coffin going through the purple curtain. "At least have some juice" he says and I sigh. "Fine" I say and wrap my shawl around my body and stand from the couch. I walk over to the table and take a seat. I can feel is eyes on me so I pick up the glass of juice and take a sip.

"Happy" I smile. "I don't normally have to persuade you to eat or drink" he says. "I'm just not hungry lately" I say. "It's the shock" he says. "Ya I guess" I say. "You did very well yesterday. I know how hard it was for you" he says. "I didn't do that well by the end" I say remembering how I had tried to run out only for Cristiano to catch me. The tears that I had been holding in all day flooded and it really hit me that I was never going to see Tina ever again.

"Did Cristiano go back to Manchester last night?" he asks. "Ya he had training today" I say. "I didn't expect him to come" he says. "Neither did I" I say. "But you were glad he came though?" he asks. Was I? I don't think I could have got through the cremation part without him.

"It was still Tina's funeral no matter who was there or not" I say. "Still it must have made it easier having him there?" he asks. "What's with all the questions about him Dad?" I ask. "You're my daughter. I worry about you. And..." he stops to think. "And what?" I ask. "And you need people around who care about you and I think he does" he says. "It doesn't matter if he does. Too much as happened. And my relationship with him is the last thing on my mind right now" I say. "Lucy" he says.

"Dad please. I'll be fine. I can take of myself" I say. "That's something you and Tina share" he says. "You mean shared and what would that be?" I ask. "Stubbornness" he says. "You're one to talk" I smile. "Maybe you should come back to New York with me today. I checked and there's room on the plane" he says. "Dad I can't. Josh isn't able to manage work right now and someone needs to be there" I say. "Not even for a week. Lucy you need to talk about how you feel about all this" he says.

"My best friend is dead and it sucks. That enough for you" I say standing from the table. "Lucy" he shouts as I make my way to my room. "I have plenty of friends around me Dad. You don't have to worry. And if I feel like I need a break then I'll come to visit you and Lisa" I say turning to face him. "Then talk to them" he says. "And say what. How angry I am that all of this happened? I already did yesterday and I still don't feel any better" I say. "Who?" he asks. "Who what?" I ask confused.

"Who did you tell that you were angry?" he asks crossing his arms. I sigh. "Lucy" he says. "Cris" I mutter. "I thought it might have been him. He was gone along time looking for you yesterday" he says. "He was just in the wrong place and right time. It doesn't mean anything" I say turning to walk.

"You told him about Lacey" Dad says and I stop. "You never even told Tina about how your sister really died. That might mean something. All I'm saying is don't push him away. I know he hurt you but he cares about you. So do his family. Just let them all be there for you please. You might not want anything from him, but let him be a friend at least. It would make it easier from me to leave you in England if you did" he says.

"I'll think about it" I say and head to my room.

How can I be friends with Cristiano?