𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ☏︎

𝐈𝐈 | 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

The Anderson and the Adeyemi families were great friends, until the event that occured June 6th, 2016

"Catch!" Jeremy yelled, passing the white ball to Danté. Danté made an attempt to catch the ball, but failed when it rolled onto the road.

"Sorry J, I'll get the ball!" he called out as he ran onto the road, chasing after the ball.

The ball came to a stop as he caught up with it, crouching down to pick it up.

"Danté watch out!" Jeremy yelled, but he was too late. The car collided with the little boy, and a frightening scream came after.

Jeremy sprinted back into his house, shouting for his parents. "Mum, Dad!!" he yelled.

"Why are you yelling? Calm down and tell us what happened." Mum replied.

"H-He's been hit by a car..." he whispered, out of breath.

"Huh? I didn't hear you. Can you repeat?"

"Danté has been hit by a car!" Jeremy said again, yelling this time.

...

The ambulance arrived, just in time. As Danté was being placed onto the stretcher, the Andersons emerged from their house.

"What is go- Danté!" his mother shrieked, running over to his side. "Why is my son on a stretcher?!" she queried.

"Ma'am, I'm afraid you're gonna have to back away." the medic warned.

"No! I will not 'back away' when my son is on a damn stretcher!" she protested.

The medic sighed loudly, following after by saying, "Ma'am, your son has been hit by a car."

Damien's POV

I watched from my window as Danté was rushed away in an ambulance. What on Earth happened?

I raced down the staircase, shoving my slippers on and sprinting through the front door.

"Ma? Why is there an ambulance?" I begged for answers.

"These people we so call our friends. They let Danté get hit by a car!" she sobbed, embracing me into a suffocating hug.

My heart dropped.

What?

"He's gonna be okay, right?" I ask. She doesn't reply.

...

That night, I stayed in the living room,  with my parents. My father was yelling on the phone in the other room and my mum stared blankly at the TV.

The kitchen door opened abruptly, my dad walking through. He picked up the car keys and said, "We're going to the hospital."

At the hospital, the doctor came out through the same room my brother was in.

My mother rushed to her feet, bombarding the doctor with millions of questions until he said the 5 words we had prayed so desperately not to hear.

"We're sorry for your loss,"

My mother broke out in a horrific sob, crying and screaming at the doctor. It scared me a little.

"What?! When did he... pass... away?" she sobbed, clutching onto the doctor's arm whilst kneeling on the floor. "WHEN DID MY BABY DIE?!"

The doctor inhaled deeply, letting out a guilty sigh.

"In the ambulance."

That night ruined me.

The next week - Nevaeh's POV

I woke up to hear my parents arguing, which wasn't too unusual. They've been arguing since the accident, although it's nobody's fault.

My brother hadn't come out of his room since hearing the news that his best friend is dead. I'd check up on him occasionally but he'd just ignore me.

I really want to help him, but i can't if he wont let me.

CRASH!

I rushed downstairs, to see my parents on top of each other, literally boxing! They've argued a few, but it has never gone this far.

"Ma, Dad, what is going on?" I yelled.

But they were completely oblivious to what I had to say. They were too busy digging their nails into eachother while shouting profanities.

"You're a murderer, this is all your fault! You're the reason why he's dead!" I could hear my dad screaming from the living room. How many times has he said that already?

Ignoring them, I waltz into the kitchen to make me some cereal.

... A few more weeks pass by

Nothing could prepare me for the news that my father broke to me earlier today.

"Nevaeh!" My dad yelled for me.

Sighing, I rushed down the stairs and met my dad, brother and sister in the living room.

"Have a seat, please." He pointed his hand toward the vacant armchair next to my brother.

Where's mum?

"So... I know I said your mum has ran off somewhere..." he stalled.

"Dad, can you get to the point?" my brother asked.

"Don't speak to me that way." He threatened. "Now, I just got the news that..."

We all waited patiently for what he was about to say.

"She... killed herself."

"Dad, I'm not sure I heard that right. Can you repeat?" I asked, hoping that I had misheard him.

"She.. blamed herself for the death of Danté, so... she ended her life."

Nothing could have prepared me.