Smithy and Becca had known eachother since 2001. It was now 2008, and they both had feelings for each-other, they also had to learn to grieve over Smithy's best friend, who also happened to be Becca's brother.
But when Becca's brother comes back, a...
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- 004, a funeral for a king -
20TH DECEMBER 2007
TODAY had to be one of the hardest days of Becca's life, it was the day she had to watch her brother's funeral. Despite the fact he was being cremated, she still wanted a funeral for him.
She knew that most police officers were bound to be there, and she knew that her father was going to be there. And she couldn't stand the sight of him.
Marion sighed as she stumbled into Becca's living room, the curtains wide open, revealing the cold winter morning as the radio played Christmas music quietly in the background. It was going to be Becca's first Christmas without her brother, and she hated it.
"What time is everyone going to be at the funeral?" Becca questions as she fixes her hair, brushing it slowly.
"Around 10:30." Marion replied, walking over to the brunette. "Are you going to be okay today?" she quizzed, staring at the brunette through the mirror.
"Yeah, of course I am." Becca reassured her mother, turning around to face her. "I've got you, I've got Smithy and Mickey...it will be okay."
"Okay, love." Marion nodded slowly. The two were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door, causing the two of them to cock their heads. "I'll go get it." Marion smiled, making her way over to the front door.
Marion looked down to see a gorgeous bouquet of marigold flowers, followed by a note. She slowly picked them up, her hand resting underneath the bottom, she took the card and read it, her heart aching.
For Rebecca. Zain Nadir.
Marion gasped. The last time she had heard from Zain was during Honey Harmon's trial, Becca's best friend. She quickly ran towards a bin chute and shoved the flowers down, hoping Becca wouldn't see.
"What was that?" Becca quizzed her mother as she stood at the front door, her finger twirling the chain.
"It was nothing." she lied, taking a deep breath. "it was the wrong house, they meant number 32." she laughs nervously.
"Oh." Becca rubbed the back of her head and made her way back into her house, cleaning up a few things.
Marion walks in after her, clasping her hands together. "We getting off then?" Marion asks, tilting her head.
Becca nods, grabbing her coat. "yeah." she sighs, glancing back over at a photo of Bradley and Becca when they were kids.
