The Carter's

The Funeral

*casket in the m/m*

Kenyanna POV:

It had been a week since mother had passed. Everybody was at our house waiting for the limo to arrive for the funeral. I looked at myself in my makeup mirror and applied my finishing touches. I took a deep breathe.

"You got this Kenyanna. You told her you wouldn't cry so you won't cry." I reassured myself and made a model type face before getting up.

I walked over to my bed and put on my hat and looked at myself in the full body mirror. I took a picture of myself and posted it on my snapchat. My notifications immediately blew up from my classmates. I went to a performing arts high school down here in New Orleans, and yes I did sing🙄. It was always my dream to make it big one day I just hope it was soon

I jumped when I heard the loud knock at my window. It was nobody but DJ! I walked over to my window quickly and pulled it up. He looked at me and came in then gave me a hug. Okay so yes I did mess around on him a lot with a lot of other guys. But I know he was messing around on me too. DJ was Ethan's classmate, but he didn't know Ethan was my brother. And I went against telling him because Ethan would try to fight him and me. He was beyond overprotective. Soon as he pulled me out the hug he started kissing me. I bagged up on the bed really loving this.

"Stop Dominic." I managed to let out between a kiss.

"My whole family is downstairs. What are you doing here? I have a funeral to attend" I said pointing to my attire.

"Yea I can tell by that fish net on your head. Girl what the fuck is that?" He asked referring to a piece hanging off my hat.

"That's my hat stupid!" I slapped his hand away from me.

"Awww she's mad. But I still love your 42-inch head ass" he said kissing my forehead. I rolled my eyes and pushed him towards the window.

"I'll call you afterwards okay?" I told him as he went back into the tree and disappeared.

I closed my window and walked downstairs to see everyone in pink like mother wanted. Odell was sitting by himself with a cup of brown liquor is his Hand. One thing mother taught us, was to NEVER drink that brown liquor. She always said 'that shit will fuck you up' considering she was full of it. I walked over to him and was about to take it

"Not today Kenyanna. Gon head and go fuck one of them boys from your school" he said waving me off. I couldn't believe he said that.

There was a knock on the door. It was the limo driver saying he was ready. Everybody got inside the limo. Cheryl, Odell, Ethan, Aunt Pat and Katherine, Pops, and my other sister Lourie.

"That drinking gon mess you up bro. My coach always says never drink if you make it big. That's how they get you" Ethan joked trying to lighten up the mood.

"Nigga do it look like I'm in the joking mood? I'm a grown ass man! I play for the New York Giants and a fucking wide receiver at that! I know what the fuck I can and can not handle. That's that little boy shit. You lil ass can't drink. Shit, you can barely ball" Odell went off and took another sip. My father just rubbed his forehead and sighed.

"Boy you bitch made for that! I was just trying to lighten the mood but your egotistic ass just had to go dumb for no reason! And I must be can play. Coach say I'm better than you"

"Watch your mouth boy". My Aunt Pat looked at him.

"Coach can kiss my a-" Odell was cut off by my older sister Lourie who answered her phone.

"Hello. Hey Mr. Johnson. Yea. Yes I'm on my way to my mothers funeral right now. Oh my gosh! Really? I gotta come now?" She said happily. It's like when she said that everybody heads snapped towards her. Cheryl started moving around and mumbling something to Odell. This won't be good.

"Excuse me? Excuse me! I know you did not just say you were about to skip out on mothers funeral for some damn job!" Cheryl spoke with her vein popping out her forehead. That only happens when she's really mad.

"DID I SAY THAT!? No. Why are you so worried about me Cheryl? Mother would want me to go to a job opportunity thank you very much!"

"AND MISS HER FUNERAL LOURIE!? Really? You are the most selfish person in this world! Our mother just died-"

"OHHH DONT GIVE ME THAT SHIT." Lourie spoke loudly and now they were arguing.

"Your mother would want." My dad said holding his head lowly. "Your mother would want" he spoke a little bit louder. "YOU MOTHER WOULD WANT FOR YOU GUYS TO NOT FIGHT FOR ONCE!" He screamed hitting the roof. And everybody jumped and got quiet.

"Can you guys get along for one day? For your mother? Just for her?"

The ride was quiet all the way to the church. We all got out and made our way in. Gosh her casket was so beautiful with the flowers and all. We even got her initials engraved on the side. The preacher started preaching and we were deep into it. That's when Lourie pulled her phone out

"Yea hello?" She whispered.

"You have got to be kidding me?" Cheryl rolled her eyes and looked at her "Really? Really Lourie? In front of mother!?" She whispered/yelled. Lourie fanned her off, and continued talking. Honestly this was quite disrespectful so I said something.

"Lourie that is kind of disrespectful for you to answer your phone while the funeral is going on." I said looking at her.  She eyed me down like she was killing me with her eyes

"No no no. What's disrespectful is how you were having sex in mothers house" she said with her head titled.

Odell started choking and quickly looked at me. "She did what!?" He said kind of loudly.

I just shook my head and got up. I hoped people thought that I couldn't take the funeral because i was too emotional. When in reality I was hurt she would say something like that. I walked out of the church and asked the limo driver to take me home.

"That'll be extra if I have to come back ma'am" he said looking at me through his mirror.

"You can leave them for all I care" I said rolling my eyes. We finally made it home and I slid him some money. I walked into the house and went inside of Lourie's old room. I looked around and started throwing shit everywhere screaming

I then pulled out my phone and called one of my dudes over. He came over really fast like this nigga must have flew. He knocked on my window and I opened it with disgust.

"You could have just knocked on the door. Nobody's here you know." I said taking off my shoes then my dress.

"Wow! That's a first. Your people always be here. And by the way I'm so sorry for your lost" he said while taking off his shirt and his pants.

I just nodded and jumped on the bed waiting for him to come handle his business. He smirked and got on top of me, biting his lip. He kissed me softly and slid off both of our underwear.

"I swear it's gets better and better every time baby" he said kissing my neck.

I just laid there like I was lifeless. Because I was. I felt empty. Depressed. Like a piece of shit. It's like whenever I'm hurting, sex is my only medicine. Like I'm addicted. When will I stop?