Runs In The Family

Home Truth

HENDRIX'S POV:

I stared at her, my heart ached for her as she said her sentence. She knew he was gone, we all did. But she couldn't bring herself to accept it.

"Babe-"

"No" she said, turning her head to look at me "you all keep saying he's dead when he's not, he'll wake up soon I'm telling you"

"Trixie, he's-"

"Say it and I'll cut you off just like your family did"

I furrowed my brows as she threatened me about cutting me off. I knew she was hurting so I couldn't argue with her, I knew she didn't have the headspace for a whole argument right now. But that didn't stop her from trying to start one.

"Baby, no one cut me off"' I said, reaching out and taking her hand in mine. She frowned, looking down at our hands with a guilty expression on her face.

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be" I said "just come with me"

She pulled her hand away, getting out of bed quickly as if she was desperate to get away from me.

"You can't keep fighting me on this" I said, getting up too.

"On what!?" she shouted, pushing me in my chest harshly "he's not dead and that's-"

I grabbed her arms and pushed her back against her closet. She tried to resist but I only held her back. I was stronger than her, she'd probably also refuse to admit that.

"Levi is dead" I whispered.

"No" she said "I don't believe you"

My heart twisted at her words as I moved my face close to hers. I held her face in my hands, swallowing as my throat became dry.

"Believe me" I said, fighting back my own tears.

"He's gone, Trixie"

I bit the inside of my cheek as she burst into tears, slowly pulling away from me and sliding down to the floor. I joined her as she cried violently.

After wiping my eyes, I wrapped an arm around her, letting her tears fall onto my shirt. We sat there for a moment, completely heartbroken yet somehow alive.

She was my reason for that.

"Come on" I said, lifting her up slowly as I heard her parents bedroom door open. I held Trixie's hand and opened the door slightly with the other. Mattia had walked out with a black suit and a black tie.

He started walking towards Trixie's room with a black suit bag. I quickly closed the door and got Trixie back to her bed as he walked in.

"Go away" groaned Trixie, burying her head in her pillow.

"These are your outfits for the funeral" he said, giving me the bag "both of you be ready and downstairs in an hour". He walked out, closing the door behind him. I could tell from his voice that he'd been crying for sometime.

I hung the bag up on Trixie's door before going over to her. She pulled the covers over her.

"Trixie we have to go" I said, pulling them off her. She ignored me until I pulled the pillow from under her, causing her head to hit the mattress.

"I'm not going" she said, snatching the pillow back. I sighed and walked over to the door, getting the bag.

"This is hard on everyone, Trix" I said "but you'd be doing yourself the biggest favour if you'd just let it happen"

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Let go of him, Trixie" I said, sitting on her bed "let him go so he can rest in peace with the angels, let him go so you can live your life again"

"But he was my brother" she said, her voice cracking.

"And he still is" I said, holding her hand as it shook slightly "and if he were here right now? He'd be yelling at you to get your ass downstairs instead of making everyone late"

She laughed a little, it was almost like a breath of fresh air to see her somewhat happy.

"So if you won't do this for me" I said, handing her the laced, floor length black dress. She took it from me, sighing heavily as her bottom lip trembled.

"Do it for Lenny"