Brian Michaels
"Yeah?" I answered my phone on the third ring without looking at the caller ID.
"Can you please stay with me for awhile? I can't take anymore bad news." I heard Briana's voice on the other line.
"What's going on?" I asked her as I looked at the clock reading 7:23am.
"Rayna. S-she's gone," I heard her sniffle repeatedly as if she was crying.
"I'm so sorry Briana. I'm on my way there now," I told her as I got out of bed.
"Thank you," she responded before she hung up the phone.
I sighed in frustration and confusion as I went to the bathroom to wash up a bit. Once I was done, I threw on some sweats and headed to Briana's home. Pulling up in the driveway, I noticed there were a lot of cars parked nearby. I wonder what she was thinking. I used my key to unlock the door and I walked inside.
"Brian" Briana enunciated as she wrapped her arms tightly around me. "I just need everyone close to me here right now, I can't lose anyone else." She said as I spotted both my mother and father. They cradled a little kid's head in their arms as they sat on the couch with blank expressions on their face.
"I'm here Briana, I ain't going anywhere." I reassured her as she finally let me go.
"Where are some of your legal documents?" I heard Chancelor ask Briana as she looked up at him struggling to keep her tears silent.
"Top of the closet in the pink box," she said just above a whisper as he kissed her cheek and left to go upstairs.
"Who is that kid over there? I don't recognize them." I asked Briana.
"It's not the right time to discuss that, I'll tell you later." She said as I just nodded my head.
"Hey nugget," I heard Sasha call me.
"Hey," I gave her a small smile.
"How you been?" She asked as Briana walked over to comfort a crying August.
I honestly don't know what to say to him.
How do you tell a man to continue being happy after he just lost his wife?
"I've been okay, you?" I responded.
"Good, can't complain." She said as Kay came over and hugged my legs.
"Hey Kay," I spoke as I played in her hair.
"Hey, can you tell me something?" she asked.
"Tell you what?"
"Why is everybody crying? What's wrong with my daddy? He not talking to me," she busted out in tears. "And where is my mommy?"
"Kay, it's okay." I assured her as I got down on one knee to be eye level with her. "Come here." I pulled her off to the side. "Your mommy," I started as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Your mommy," I repeated again struggling to get the words out. "Remember the Lion King?" I asked her.
"Mhm," she hummed as she nodded her head.
"Remember Mufasa died?" I asked her.
"Yeah and it was all Simba's fault." She said.
"It was not Simba's fault. Your mommy died Kay." I blurted out on accident.
I don't know how to talk to children about death.
"Why? Was it my fault? Is it because I didn't go to bed on time last night?" She asked as tears fell down her cheeks.
"No," I hugged her tightly rubbing her head. "It's not your fault," I kissed her cheek.
