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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟱
𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 had became a reality that Monday morning. After all the killings, the souls taken, De feeling that karma had came back to bite him right in the heart. He was one of the six, and it was hardest pain he ever felt. Some might've thought the death of his father would've been the start of that pain, however, that funeral his mind wasn't even present at.
Majority of his fathers side of the family didn't even want De there, exiling him for choosing to save his mother's life and killing his father—not caring about reason it happened him taking the life of his own father. They didn't even make it to the burial site because De was on go behind his mother's name. After all those years, majority of his paternal family still didn't communicate with any of Trevor's son rather an abuser stay alive than a son protecting his mother.
The Booker Brothas were broken, wanting to let their knees buckle beneath them, but they had to be stronger than they wanted to show. De was up front with Toby, carrying the casket, in his all black and dark shades.
They say a death don't really hit a person until the casket lowers in the ground. Was that De's case?
The casket was placed on the belts, and each pallbearer went to join their significant others. De went and joined Solana and Jayla. He lifted up his three-year-old and Deucey rested his head on his shoulder just as Dover walked up with the gospel legend singer, Fred Hammond. They sung a rendition of his own song 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗬—Ruth's go-to song.
The sniffles and loud cries of the Flowers sisters—older sister Sasha, second middle child Pearl, and the baby sister Carine—were wailing the loudest. Although Pearl was working on her alcoholism with the help of Ruth, she reverted right back to the bottle.
Pearl reeked of a distillery, sobbing and falling down to her knees. While everyone else didn't have time to deal with Pearl's belligerent antics, De took it upon himself to hand his son over to Jayla beside him and went over to help her up from the ground; grass on her two piece skirt suit. "De'Aundre my sister! No!" She wailed as she fell into him.
