Revealed

Chapter 9

Liz's P.O.V

"Hello.Yes,yes.He was an angel.I'm sorry too."I said as I smiled at the stranger.

Soon enough,Linda had left my side at the entrance and I was left greeting people.

All of them had good intentions but it was still tiring and irritating to hear them being sorry for him when they knew that they could not have done anything for them.

"Hey."A familiar voice said ,snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hi."I replied,almost in a foreign voice.
It was Luke,my twin.

"I'm really sorry."He said with apologetic eyes and went in for a hug.

I didn't give in.
"I'm really sorry but what he did was a betrayal to you and to the gang.I'm not sorry for how he died or that he is dead but he was close to you."Luke whispered and broke off.

He did not know the real reason behind Matt's"betrayal".He knew James's part of the story i.e. the cover-up.

I was thankful for that.I did not want to drag him into it.He just knew that James killed Matt because he practically sold me to the Grey's.

"Oh sister!Come here."James voice caught me off guard.He pulled me into a hug.

From a distance,it would have looked like I was his world,his favourite sibling.

But it wasn't. This guy rather my brother was out to kill me for money.
He hated me.

"You look sad.Cheer up.There's lots to come.I would say that I'll kill everyone you love but then again they are already dead and the rest are about to be..so..cheer up."
He whispered and kissed me on the cheek.

From a distance,Sebastian was staring intently at me and James.
He was probably just making sure that I wasn't dead.

"Darling,do you want to see him one last time?"Linda said wiping her tears away with a tissue.

I did not want to but I wanted to bury a keepsake with him.

I nodded.
I was led into this isolated room.I was almost followed by Chase when the door shut.

There was a casket in the middle of the room and that was all.
That's all there was.

"I'll give you some privacy."Linda said as she exited quietly.

The casket was to be covered in an American flag.He would be honoured.The flag was just kept on the casket,nicely ironed.

I just opened the casket and reached for my pocket.I found the figurine in my hand.It was a disfigured clay figurine and would have honestly scared a child.

He gave it to me when we were small.When I was leaving...he said it would protect me.It would keep me safe.Somehow it's hands had broken.I don't even remember what happened to them.

We made two of them for each other.It had started out as a play-date to take my mind off things.My parents death. But soon we were giving each other these figurines as a promise.

It was with Matt recently as he had seen it's broken arms and offered to repair it but he never got to it.
I stole it from his room last night.

I kept in the casket without looking at his face and went outside.

30 minutes later...

He was being lowered 6 feet underground.

I shovelled some mud on the casket.So did everyone.

James kept consoling me as if he was very concerned.He was just simply taunting.Matt's killer was attending his own funeral and comforting his best friend who might I add didn't even need it.