His Control ✔️ TO

Chapter 13

"You ready?" Camille asked as we were stepping into the cemetery. I took a deep breath and slow released it before nodding.

"Y-yeah." And with that Cami took my hand and we started to walk towards our brother, Sean's, gravestone.

"I'm glad you decided to come with me today. I know it's hard but we'll get through it together." Cami reassured as she squeezed my hand. Just as we were about to round the corner to the set of plaques on the walls of different deceased people, including Sean, I stopped walking.

"Can I do this by myself first, please?" I asked, turning my head to look at Cami. She gave me a slight smile and nodded. I grabbed the flowers we bought for him and sucked everything up in me to do this.

As I was approaching his headstone, I slowed my steps before coming to a full halt in front of it. What I didn't expect to see was 'murderer' scribbled across his stone in spray paint. The emotions that flew through me at the sight of it made me want to scream and cry.

"Camille!" I yelled for my older sister. I dropped the flowers and felt tears fill my eyes.

"Yeah Liz? What's wro..ng..." She paused before trailing off the rest of her word. I felt her arms encase them self around me but I didn't allow myself to sob and cry. Sure I shed a few tears but I was angry. Angry at the fact that someone would do something so disrespectful and hurtful like this.

I quickly detached myself from Cami and looked at her to see her look confused but nothing to show she was affected by this.

"Does this happen often or something?" I asked. I pointed at the writing but didn't look away from her. I seen her facial expression stay the same making me more angry and hurt.

"No. Not that I know of. I need to go talk to Uncle K about this." She mumbled. She turned and walked away. I didn't move a muscle as I watched her retreating figure get further and further from me before disappearing around the corner.

I turned back to Sean's stone and placed my hand on it.

"I'm so sorry I haven't visited you at all since the funeral. I just couldn't bring myself to terms with that fact that you're actually gone. I came today because I needed to feel some sort of connection to you again but I didn't know people did horrible things like this." I said as I ran my hand over the spray paint already feeling a couple of tears escaping and racing down my cheeks. I harshly wiped them away and took a deep breath before continuing. 

"I promised you the day of your funeral that I would look for the person who did this to you. The person who took you away from us. The person who made you do those things. And I wanted you to know that I am not done looking. I will never be done looking until I find them." After that I bent down and picked up the flowers I dropped and quickly placed them in the holder connected to the stone.

I left in an angry and hurt mood. I didn't want to leave knowing that the writing was still on there but I had nothing to take it off with nor did I know what to use for that. I was going to ask Uncle K to do it since I knew he knew how.

I was walking down the street, a couple blocks from the cemetery when I felt my phone vibrate. I picked it up without looking at the caller ID but knew someone needed me.

"What can I do for you on this lovely ole' day?" I asked the caller still not in the best of moods.

"Wow. What's got your knickers in a twist?" Rebekah's voice ringed through the phone. I sighed and ignored her question.

"Is something wrong? Did something happen to Hayley? Are you okay?" I asked trying to distract myself and also concerned not knowing if something went wrong.