6 GONE AND RETURN part 6

"Are you two out of your mind?!"

As expected, Dylan doesn't took the request too well.

"Please, Dyl."

"Why the heck it has to be me?"

"It's going to be a double service in the funeral home. Mrs. Sanderson and my mom's funeral is going to be held at the same time. Well, there's only one funeral home in this town, and maybe they think it's practical to do it this way."

"It's also political." Morrisey added. "I overheard John said to my mom, your father doesn't want him to hold any grudge since it was.." Morrisey stops her words.

"Since it was what?" Elsa coldly demanded Morrisey to continued.

".. since it was your mom who drove the car in result of the accident that took John's mom live." Morrisey said without looking at Elsa's face.

"Swell." Elsa replied.

"Again, why do I have to be involved?" Dylan asked.

"John asked me and my mom to assist him at the memorial service, since his family can't make it. That means Elsa and I will be preoccupied and we can't get the blood from Elsa's mom.."

Did.. Did you hear yourself when you're talking?!" Dylan frantically cuts Morrisey explanation.

"You wanted me to come to my girlfriend's mom memorial to steal her blood. If I get caught, they're going to crucify me."

"You're not going to get caught, okay. My family is going to gather at my house before heads to the funeral home together. I'll tell my dad that I'll go ahead before the others come because I need some alone time with my mom. And that's our window." Elsa said.

"Elsa and I will guard outside, we'll tell you if someone try to comes in." Morrisey assured Dylan.

"Come on, Dyl. Please, I promised you, if you do this, I'll do everything you want me to do.." Elsa doing her sexual approach. Not care for Morrisey presence.

Dylan looks at Morrisey and Morrisey try to be unbothered with their PDA.

Dylan sighs "I just need to stick her finger with a needle and takes a couple drops of blood, right?"

"It'll be less than a minute." Elsa said again.

"And if you get caught, you can tell I'll asked you to do that."

Dylan run his hand through his hair again, his signature moved everytime he's frustrated.

"The favor is one thing, but the reason why you guys are going to do this is.. I don't even have a words for it."

"Look it's not like I believe it a 100%, okay. I just want to try it, if there's even a slightest chance I can meet my mom again.." Elsa said.

"Let's meet at the funeral home early okay. I promised John I met him there too." Morrisey wrap it up.

***

Morrisey is walking her bike home, when Dylan drives next to her. "Hey, you want a lift?"

"That's alright, my house is close anyway."

"Sorry, I mean do you have time because I want to talk to you." Dylan said sarcasticly joking.

Morrisey sighs preparing to get an earful from Dylan. But their plan is depending on Dylan now, it's best not to make him furious.

"What?" now Morrisey is inside the car.

"This is crazy you know that?" Dylan straight to the chase.

"Sure."

"Do you really hate your mom that much? Wanting her gone and having Elsa's mom in return?"

"If you can exchange Hitler's life for Dalai Lama or Malcolm X, would you do it?"

"I know she's been horrible with you, but you can ask for help."

"And what? Going to foster home, watching my mom spent my father's inheritance for her legal issue? No, thanks."

"Personally, I think this won't work in a million years, but.. to you whether it works or not, I think you'll end up.. loosing something."

"Loosing what?"

"I don't know, hope.. your soul, or worse you might going a bitter route."

Morrisey looks Dylan immediately. She has been so focus on her plan, she ignored all the red flags in her mind. And Dylan just lay out all of it in front of her.

"I don't have any choice." Morrisey said again.

"Yes, you do. You're young, you can walk away. Make your own life, not tied to this place forever."

They arrive at Morrisey's house. She doesn't reply Dylan last word.

"Bye, don't forget our plan tomorrow." she said as she walks out the car.

"Morri.."

Morrisey close the door and grab her bike.

***

The morning of the service, Morrisey wakes up early. Or correctly, she can't get enough sleep, thanks to Dylan blabbering.

Apparently her mom is in good mood, since John asked her to be involved in Mrs. Sanderson's funeral, she felts appreciated. She's been cutting of her alcohol prior to this day, and putting on some decent clothes. And more importantly not so thrilled on making Morrisey her punching bag.

"I'm going to go ahead to the funeral home, I promised Elsa I'll meet her there early." Morrisey hurrily informs her mom who is still putting her make up.

"What? Oh shit, what should I say to John?" she shouted from her room.

"Just tell him I'll meet him there."

Morrisey walks out her house when she is surprised to see Dylan is there in his truck.

"You really think you are going to the funeral home with your bike?"

"..I thought.."

"Get in for the love of God." Dylan invited.

For John's and Mrs. Sanderson's sake, Morrisey has removed her signature goth makeup and replaced it with a more natural one, with pink lipstick and nude eyeshadow. She also wears her black dress that she once wore to her father's funeral.

"You look nice, considering we are going to a double funeral." Dylan compliments her.

Morrisey takes something from her bag, it was a small empty plastic bottle, it usually used for travel makeup containers. She also takes out a little plastic bag of needle.

"Here you go. You don't have to take a lot of blood, just a little like 1 teaspoon.. 2 if you have the time."

Dylan looks at the items Morrisey gave to him.

"This is crazy." he said.

"Remember, you're doing it for Elsa's sake."

Dylan replied slowly. "Yeah.. for Elsa's sake."

***

They arrive early at the funeral home. Some guys still arranging the flower for the service, and mostly were addressed to Elsa's family.

"So we know who run the show today." Dylan commented. "Elsa's dad really is a big shot, huh."

Morrisey takes a little peek to Mrs. Sanderson memorial room. It sure is more simple than the one they're holding in the next room.

"Where's Elsa?" Dylan asked.

"She's not here yet.."

"Should we go and take the blood now?"

Morrisey wasn't sure, but the timing is golden now. All the flowers already in place and there no one in the vicinity. Maybe Elsa would be glad when she arrives if they already done the job.

"Okay, go.. now. I guard the door." Morrisey said to Dylan.

"I'm still not sure why I'm doing this. I might need extensive therapy after this." Dylan commented again before walked inside the room.

Morrisey stands in front of the door with Elsa's mom big picture and flowers on the side. She quickly takes out her phone and texts Elsa.

Morrisey : Where r u? we're here

Elsa : Got stuck.. do it wthout me

Morrisey sighs, sometime she feels that Elsa is more her boss than her friend. But unfortunately she's the only friend she had, and there's nothing else beyond that.

Morrisey just about to put her phone back inside her bag when she saw John's car enters the parking space in front of the house. She quickly peeks inside the room where Dylan is.

"Are you done yet? John is here." she said

"Who's John?"

"Are you stupid? He's Mrs. Sanderson's son."

".. I stick a needle into the skin but no blood comes out." Dylan said.

"It's because she's already dead, just squish it or something."

Morrisey close the door and looks outside the funeral home, John is now making his way inside after observing the line up of flowers. Now he sees Morrisey.

"Oh hey, Morri. You're earlier than me. Where's your mom?"

"You didn't met her back home?" Morrisey asked him back.

"I thought we agree to meet here. And thanks for helping me today, Morri. My mom's family couldn't make it in time."

"It's alright. We're just going to stand next to you, right."

"And if you don't mind, helping me handing out this booklet to the guests." John pointed out to the box he brings.

"Sure, I'm glad to help."

Suddenly there's a sound from the room behind Morrisey.

"It's that Nora Callahan's memorial service in there?"

"Ah.. yeah."

"Great, can I come inside and pay my respect now. I don't think I would have time once people start pouring in." John asked.

"Uhh.. you can't." Morrisey said bluntly.

John was surprised, he was sure that he can come and get in without warning.

"Uh.. the thing is.. Elsa, she's in there. You know, she and her mom was very close.. and she wants to spent sometime alone with her mom, you know.. before the others come in." Morrisey blabbered.

"Is that so. Well, thanks for the heads up. I'll see you inside before the program starts, okay."

"Sure do, Mr. Sanderson."

Morrisey watchs as John Sanderson dissapear in to the next room before she opens the door behind her.

"Whats with the noise?" Morrisey said when he sees Dylan still standing over the coffin.

"Damn flowers everywhere.." he knocks over one of the small arrangements on the floor.

"Here, let me help you.." she said. "How's the blood coming?"

"I must have slept over biology, cause I don't remember how dead people's blood could be this thick."

"Stop joking around and could you please be more respectful."

"I'm sorry, I'm not the one who wants to steal blood from dead people."

Within a seconds there's a sound of crowd outside the room.

"Oh, shit. They're here." Morrisey said. "Are you done?"

"Yeah, but the wound is visible from this point." Dylan said.

"Then cover it with something quickly!"

Just when Morrisey finishes the sentence, the door is open from outside.