Their Sins

Chapter 3

~Aria's Point Of View~
August 17th , 2017 |2:31pm|
"Max Rodriguez was not only a family but a friend. He was such a sweet boy with such a beautiful smile. He was lady's man" my father said while speaking at my brothers funeral. He laughed a little to lighten the mood but I couldn't forgive him so I didn't even give him a small smile. I'm guessing he noticed it because he continued with his speech. "He was my son. I remember holding him when he was first born and it made me the happiest man alive. Since my wife had a c-section I was the first one to ever hold the baby. When I held him I looked into his eyes , his eyes were so pure. I never thought that this would be the way I said goodbye to him. Not the way he brutally killed. So let's not remember him by his death but as a person" my father said as he closed his speech. It was my turn to speak so I went up the mic and took it from my dads hand gently.

"Hello I'm Aria Rodriguez. I'm the sister of Max Rodriguez. The young man that's laying in the casket today." I said as my voice started to crack. "I held his body in my hands as he was bleeding out. Even while he was dying he still cared about me. He was my brother and yet someone shot him. That shot me too but here's the thing about me. I'm still alive, and vow that I will kill the person that killed my brother with my bare hands. That's a promise to not only whoever killed my brother but to everyone sitting in this room." I said while looking around the room. People looked at me as if I was crazy but in reality I wasn't. I was someone that had their brother die in their arms. I placed the mic back on the stand and went back to my seat. I sat down feeling the stares of people on me. I didn't care who looked at my crazy , i just knew that as soon as the funeral was over, I was gone.

After a while of sitting I felt someone slide a sweater over my shoulders.i turned around to see two unusual men dress in all black. I ignored it and went back to looking at the preacher speak about my brother. You know what I find funny about funerals. Half of the people in this building have barely spoken to my brother before. For example Lisa, the girl that went to my brothers school. He had a huge crush on her but she rejected him because she thought he was ugly. I wonder why the hell she's here.

Then we have my Aunt Carol. My mothers sister who only comes around when she needs drug money. If you don't give it to her she tends to get aggressive. I had to stop her from hurting my brother one day when he told her she didn't have money.

Lets not forget my brothers best friend Jack. Jack is so much of best friend to my brother that he slept with Max's girlfriend, stole Max's wallet and even threw a rocket inside of Max's window for "fun". I wanted to scream but it was my brothers day not mine. I hated seeing how fake people were but I always knew this. People don't give a damn about you, until you dead.

August 17th,2017 |3:13pm|

After the burial I said bye to all of my actual family. When I say actual family I mean the people who actually gave a damn about me and my brother. After I said bye to the final people I seen those men in black again. That's when I realized I had still had the sweater they had given me.

I walked to them slow with my head looking at the man with the tattoo going up his next. One of the men infront of the other two men announced that I was walking up. I hadn't realized it before but it looked like three of the men were protecting the other two guys in the middle.

"Can i help you" the guy infront of me said holding his hand against my chest. I smacked his arm causing the two men that he was protecting apparently to laugh a little. "I'm here to return this sweater" I said and threw it at the man who had placed his arm out. That's when the other two men came up and stepped to me. "Little girl you might wanna chill with the-" the man with the white gloves started before he was interrupted by the man with the tattoo on his neck "Finish that sentence and your dead Cameron" he said as the man who was apparently named Cameron backed away.

The man with the tattoo came up to me and held out his hand "Hello I'm Lucas and that's my brother Luke" he said and I shook his hand. "Well I'm-" "We know who you are Aria" Luke said stepping up next to his brother. I backed away a little because why do they know who I am. "We also knew your brother very well." Lucas said with a small grin that made me wanna slap him. It felt like he teasing me and I always hated being teased. "And we're the ones you wanna kill" Luke said with the same grin Lucas gave me. "We're the ones who got your brother killed."

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Ahhhhh cliffhanger 😁
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