The importance of being kept (COMPLETED STORY)

9.

Monte

I step out of my white Audi A7 and sigh. I haven't been in Houston, since God knows how long. Closing the door to my car I slowly walk into the graveyard. Head hung low and pain heavy in my chest. I told myself that this needed to be done.

'Here lies Kelly Anderson'  The epitaph read, I knelt on the ground and traced my fingers along the letters. ' He was a brother, a grandson, a friend, and a son. His soul flies in the sky finally at peace.'

I smirked where would he find peace in death? Heaven is no home for rapists. The man upstairs made no exception. "Damn Kelly." I sigh, " Your one crazy son of a bitch. Its been years and I'm still so fucking mad at you. Why? Why would you do that to Mila."

I sat on the damp grass my shades covering my eyes that were wet with tears as I stared at his grave stone," I mean what the fuck were you thinking man? Were you that desperate. I-I mean I get it we were some young motherfuckers, but that didn't excuse what happened. And it sure as hell didn't excuse what I did either. I just stood there and watched you guys. I don't know if I was frozen with fear or shock. So I guess all those times you called me a pussy you were right, I couldn't even help out my childhood bestfriend."

Yanking up grass I through it at his headstone, "You crazy son of a bitch." I shook my head, "Well the good news is Mila forgives your punk ass. So I guess I should start forgiving you to man... shit and forgiving myself. I could've knocked you out. But that's all in the past and I cant hold on to grudges, no longer than I have already man."

Laughing I take my glasses off and let my tears trickle down my face, "Mila taught me that shit man she's taught me a hell of a lot lately, an-and I." I put my hands over my face and sigh, "I love her."

Reaching into the inside of my jacket I pull out a sliver flask, "This ones for you buddy." I say, standing opening my flask and drinking down the strong dark liquid. "Here you go." I turn my flask upside down and pour the remaining onto his grave. "I hope you find peace Kelly, wherever you are in the spirit realm."

"Well that was a shitty thing to do." A soft voice said from behind me.

I don't know who I expected it to be, but it was Keely Kelly's twin sister. Standing behind me her once bright sky blue eyes were now pale and dull. "Yea I guess." I shrug closing my flask.

"What're you doing here Monte? You didn't show up to his funeral, But your here pouring whiskey on my brothers grave."

"Came for closure." I respond putting my shades on.

"Closure for what?" She pressed folding her arms.

"Kelly took it to his grave so I'd rather keep the secret dead with him." I say, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

Keely nods and then shakes her head tears came rushing like flood waters down her face, "Does this have something to do with whatever happened in Boston? Did he hurt somebody." She asked, through tears. 

I looked down at the grass and nod, "He hurt someone, yea."

Keely sniffled her eyes red and puffy, "Was it Mila Lowe? She was here a couple days ago. I heard her say something about forgiveness, I thought it was a little strange because Kelly and Mila never said two words to each other in high school. And then when he came home from college he was a different person. Nobody could figure out why. What'd he do to her? Please tell me Monte."