"What the fuck was that?" He says the minute my little brother walks out of the kitchen.
"It's my fucking inheritance."
Alexandria the middle child of seven is brought back to town when she received a phone call that her her father had died. Being b...
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Violet Wright
Throughout the seventeen years I've been alive, I have been to three funerals. Those being my mom's and my dad's, I am now adding my brother to the list. After they further examined Kai's body, they told us it was okay to bury him now.
When I was younger, Dad sat me down and had me plan out my funeral. He did it with all of his kids when they turned ten. Alex told me our mom frowned upon it, saying we were too young to be thinking about death but ultimately didn't stand in the way. It ended up being beneficial because everything for Kai was already set and ready to go.
A lot of people showed up to Kai's service. I didn't think that many would come considering it was short notice when I told Nathan he said it was because most of Kai's acquaintances were from town so not many had to travel far from home.
"I am so sorry for your loss." A woman who looked to be around Alex's age says hugging me.
I've lost count of how many times I have been told the same sentence. That's not what bothers me though. What makes me slightly upset is some of them didn't even know my name. We were encouraged to stand in a line from oldest to youngest so people would have an easier time talking to us. I look to my left past Nathan and see Alex receive a hug from the same woman.
I shouldn't be able to see Alex. There should be a tall wall between the two of us. That's walls name was Maliki. I look down at my hands a tear falling down my cheek and then to my chin sliding off onto my dress.
"Violet." A hand is placed on my right shoulder. I shrugged off the hand feeling like my physical limit had been pushed over the edge.
I quickly wipe my tears away. "Don't touch me, please," I ask politely. "I've had enough of all of these strangers hugging me and telling me how sad they are for me." I turn around walking slightly away from the line so we weren't in the way.
"Okay. I just want to make sure you are doing okay." I look up at him squinting my eyes at him.
"What do you think Hunter." I roll my eyes at the stupid question he had asked.
His eyes widened slightly. "No need to get violent." He surrenders taking a step back.
I look over my shoulder at everyone some people standing because there are no more seats available. "What are these people doing here." My tone is dark I almost don't recognize it.
"They are here for your brother."
"Yeah, or to come to stare at the freak show family that can't seem to stop dying." I cross my arms over my chest looking back forward at Hunter's chest. "All they had to do was turn on the TV to see that."
