Broken Trust

An Argument and An Alleyway

beth's pov

I stood in Nellie's room, looking at all of her stuffed animals with a blank expression on my face. Out of all the stuffed animals she owned, Mr Binky was always her favourite. Mr Binky is a worn out brown teddy bear with a bowtie.

I never thought this day would come, the day of Nellie's funeral. I heard some footsteps walk behind me and whipped around, seeing a tear stained Santino.

"I never thought I would outlive her. ..."., I muttered, sitting on her bed., "...The last time I talked to her, I was cross with her".

He sighed and sat down next to me, putting his arm around my neck.

"You can't dwell on that, amore mio"., he spoke quietly, kissing my cheek.

I got a weird feeling as I felt his arm around me. I shook off the chill that went up my spine and stood up, clearing my throat.

"Is the car here?".

"It's downstairs"., he muttered.

We got down to the front of the apartment, meeting Caleb and Max out there. Parked on the street is a black range rover with a big, oversized man getting out of the drivers side, as he saw the four of us walking towards the car.

He opened the passenger side door and quietly said his condolences as the four of us got in. I don't want to be crowded in the back so I got in the front, quickly putting on the belt. The man started to drive and I rested my head on the window, closing my eyes.

I really don't want to do this. I'm not ready to face the fact that my daughter is gone. I'm not ready to face the fact that my last words were me yelling at her. What was her last thoughts of me? Did she think I hated her?

"Auntie Beth?..."., Max's voice shook me out of me thoughts., "...Are you ok, Auntie Beth?".

"I'm ok, sweetheart"., I smiled, looking at him in the backseat.

*

The driver pulled up to the venue and hastily got out of the car, opening the door for me first, before opening the passenger side door.

"Here you are, ma'am, sirs and young sir of course".

I got out of the car not waiting for the others as I started to walk towards the entrance. Stood by the door is a man with blonde hair and bags under his eyes, as his hands rested at the front. He welcomed me in and I didn't bother to say anything back as I walked in.

"Would you like me to walk up with you?"., I jumped a little at the sudden voice of a man beside me.

I looked at the open coffin in front of me and just seeing her face and her beautiful soft honey bee blonde hair. She looks nothing like I saw her last, she looks just how I remember.

"No, I'll be fine''., I muttered, my feet taking me forward.

My feet went up a step and a small gasp left my mouth, seeing my daughter laying there with her eyes closed.

''Oh honey...''., my lips quivered as I walked closer, seeing a strand of hair out of place. ''...I..I'm not mad at you, I promise. I brought Mr Binky with me''.

I held it up and smiled sadly, looking back at her with the same smile.

''I thought you might want him to be with you''.

I placed it beside her, so it looked like it was laying beside her. I brushed the strand of hair out of her face and sniffled, feeling the tears well in my eyes. I wiped them away and let out a deep breath.