"In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, we commend to Almighty God our sister Bianca Bryan; and we commit her body to the ground; earth to earth; ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The Lord bless her and keep her, the Lord make his face to shine upon her and be gracious unto her and give her peace. Amen."
Betty and Joy Bryan wiped their eyes with their tissue and took shaky steps towards their car. The sisters were heartbroken. A life taken is never something that can be taken lightly, but for the life to be taken so quickly and spitefully makes the pain so much more deep.
'I can't believe she's gone' said Betty as she sat in the passenger seat. She tilted her head back and took deep breaths, trying to control her nerves. She didn't ever think she'd be taken away from her so soon. Hell! She never thought she'd see her die - but those thugs that shot her...clearly they wanted her dead.
'How do you think Jade's coping' said Joy as she started the engine. Betty smiled weakly at her sister as they drove down the dusty road.
'She'll be fine' she said looking at the service leaflet, 'she hardly knew her as well as Bianca' she said as she stroked the black and white picture of a younger version of Betty and Joy's mother, Bianca Louise Bryan.
'I still can't believe she was shot in her own home. If I could find those burglars they'd be history' said Joy as she drove down to where the reception was being held in their home island of the Turks and Caicos.
'Calm down' said Betty, putting her hand on her sister arm gently. Joy pulled over and wiped her eyes quickly before taking deep breaths.
'I'm just glad little Bianca's alright' she said finally looking at her sister with a soft smile.
'Me too' replied Betty, 'I don't know how I would of survived if both my Bianca's died'
'Well', said Joy as she started up the car and continued driving, 'You know what young man we have to thank for that don't we'
'Yes, yes we do' she replied.
*Bianca/Bubble's P.O.V*
'You think they'll allow us in?'
'I don't understand why you want to see him anyway'
I turned around to face Kieran and screwed him.
'What's that suppose to mean?'
'Do you not remember what he done 5 months ago? Or did your concussion lead to memory loss as well' he said sitting back down in the waiting area. I stared at Kieran in disbelief as I watched him sulk.
'Kieran' I said shaking my head, 'are you drunk or something, or are YOU suffering from memory loss'
'Come again' he said standing up. I put my hand up and looked at him like he was crazy. Is he REALLY showing ME attitude right now?
'Bianca he ruined your potential dance career, doesn't that mean anything to you' he said running his hand over his mouth in frustration.
'Kieran he saved my life! Doesn't that mean anything to you?' I shook my head in disbelief and turned on my heels, before stopping in front of the double doors.
'Listen you can stay outside and lick your non-existent wounds and pity your self, but I'm going in there to see Reece'
'Fine. Go' he said, before I heard the main hospital doors slam shut. I took a deep breath and walked through the doors and up to the reception.
'Hello I'm here to see Mr Reece Stevens' I said politely to a young white nurse. The nurse nodded and smiled at me before looking at the white board with a load of names on it with room numbers next to them.
