My Last Three Years (Finished)

Chapter 18

-2 days later-
The funeral
"Babe, you ready?" Tate walked out of my bathroom, adjusting his tie. He's been sleeping at my house since we found out.
"Yah. Just putting my makeup on now."
I applied some black eyeliner and mascara. I smoothed my black dress and looked at myself in the mirror.
My eyes were bloodshot- probably from all the crying. My face was very pale, and the plugs that were in my nose made me look like a mental patient.
Tate creeped up behind me and put his arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder and whispered in my ear "you look beautiful. Nash doesn't know what he's missing out on." I looked at him in the mirror, and for the first time in forever I feel happy.
I finally know that I have someone who is there for me. He loves me. And I know I'm not ready to get into a relationship yet, but I know that he will be there for me when I'm ready.
"Come on, we're gonna be late." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom.
I grabbed my black jacket, purse and the backpack for my ventilator. He took hold of my hand and together we walked to his car.

We got to the funeral and I heard voices calling my name. "VIOLET!" I turned around to see two girls, in the arms of two masculine guys. "Violet!"
I stopped walking, and Tate put his arm around my shoulder "who is it?" He asked.
"I'm not-"
"Violet! Hey, omg. I'm so sorry or loss. He was a great guy, if you know what I mean." Aries walked up to me and Tate. She  said it with that tone that hinted lust. She winked her eye at me and stopped walking.
"What the fuck!?" I felt anger boiling inside me. Tate put his arm tighter around me.
"Sorry... I'm really sorry though." She looked at me with a genuine kind of smile.
"Soooo.... Who's this?" for the first time, I notice Morgan standing next to a tall, masculine, brunette boy. Tyler. Last time I saw him, it didn't go down well.
"Oh... He's-"
"TATE?!" A brown haired boy standing next to Aries said.
"KIT?!" Tate let go of me and stared in horror at the boy standing in front of him. "What the hell are you doing here!?"
Holly shit.
They look exactly alike. The only difference was the hair. Tate was blonde and Kit was a brunette.
"Wait are you 2-" Aries and I said at the same time.
"He's my brother. Twins. That doesn't explain why the fuck he's here though." Tate almost yelled.
"I'm here with my girlfriend you dipshit!" Kit yelled and pushed Tate back.
"Hey!!!  INLESS YOU ALL WANNA END UP DEAD LIKE MY BOYFRIEND- WHOOSE FUNERAL WERE AT- THEN I WOULD FUCK OFF." I yelled while breaking up the fight that was just about to happen. I grabbed Tate's arm and pulled him inside the church.
I took a deep shuttering breath, and released my grip on his arm. "I'm sorry. It's just-"
"I know. I'm sorry." He put his arm around me and together we walked into the room that Nash's funeral was.
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Sorry for short chapter!