For the Good of the Pack

Okay so I haven't updated my chapters of everything else yet. I will eventually. I have some mostly done and need to edit. I just need to find the will to do them... My grandmother is sick. They don't think she is going to make it long. That's where I have been. This story is kind of dedicated to her. I found it in a notebook. It was something I was playing around with, though it wasn't fully developed as this one is. I have a major idea of what I am doing. Most of my stories have plots, but no actual direction. This one actually does, and is mostly formed in my head already ^-^ Now onto the story lol. Hopefully you... enjoy it.

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"A moment of silence now please for our dearly departed Mable Townsend." The priest asked the funeral guests. Silent tears trailed down my face as I bowed my head in respect for my grandmother. A hand gently clasped my shoulder, causing me to dart my head up to see who dared to touch me. I noticed my distant cousin Percy... or Purcivelle... maybe Purville, something like that was standing there. "I''m so sorry Leilani. I know how close you and Nana were to each other." He bowed his head in respect for me and Nana. After that a line of people offering their sympathy and condolences formed behind him. I could only shake my head meekly at them.

My grandmother or Nana as she preferred to be called was the only family who had wanted me. My mother was too busy whoring herself around the town, and my father said I cramped his style. The only alternative to their ways was to send me to some rich fancy boarding school far away for our kind. Nana immediately stepped in. She told them under no certainty would I go to that school. That was not the place for a girl to have the proper etiquette taught and instilled into her. So from the age of six until now at the age of seventeen I had lived with my grandmother. I watched as they lowered my grandmothers ash-filled casket into the whole. A silent sob escaping my mouth as It was rested on the ground. I was asked to grab the first amount of dirt to throw on her casket. I also allowed the red rose I clutched to fall neatly into the whole. Silently whispering my love for the woman before walking to my car.

A line of cars slowly followed mine afterwards. They were now coming to our house to remember her. To celebrate her life, and talk about the good times we all had together. She would have loved this, would have loved all of her family, friends, workers, and everyone else together. Talking to each other, getting along with each other. I stopped my car in my parking space at Townsend Towers. The apartment building my grandmother owned. It was a very nice highly sought out building to live in. As I walked towards the front door, the bellboys opened them, so that everyone could walk in with ease into the luxurious lobby. My grandmothers picture was smack dab in the middle smiling at all of us as we walked in. A sob rang through the spacious lobby, as I stepped forward, my body shaking wanting to fall to the ground where I stood. My hand inched forward tentatively as I reached out and trace her face. Maria the receptionist of the building was directing the people to the ballroom which had been set up for our memorial. 

Brushing away my tears I walked towards the noise. People of all types were there, standing around talking to each other in hushed whispers. Mostly about what would happen to all her money. The word around was that they thought it would all go to me. I scoffed at that. As if the woman would give me everything. That would be stupid.

"Ahem." A voice rang out. My cold eyes located my whore of a mother at the podium. "I am Kari Townsend, Most of you know me. I am Mable Townsend's youngest daughter. My Mother was a great woman. She was loving, kind, and helped everyone. Shew went above and beyond for the ones she loved. I got pregnant at the age of fifteen, scared and alone at the time, my mother helped me through it. I tried to care for my child. I really did. My husband and I just couldn't deal with being young parents. So my mother took Leilani in and raised her as her own. Raised her into a beautiful young woman. Something I could have never done. For this I will always be forever grateful to my mother. Thank you Mommy. You are now howling with the angels." My mother finished. Tears streaming down her face. Her eyes tried to make contact with mine. I looked away walking to the podium. All eyes were on me. I closed my eyes tight and took a deep breath.