So Now You Like Me (Ariana Grande)

Chapter 20: The Funeral

-Jai's POV-

I buttoned up my black shirt. It wasn't a suit or anything but it was the only one I had. My eyes were closing forcefully. I stayed up all night thinking about Mikayla and Ari. My eyes also stung because I spent the rest of last night crying.
I've noticed that since I met Ari, I have been an emotional wreck. It makes me sick to my stomach to know that two out of my two loves died without loving me back.
"Hey, buddy, it's time to go. Don't forget your speaking for Ariana and Mikayla," Ansel said knocking on the door.
I nodded my head and when I realized he couldn't see me I said, "Okay."
To be honest, I didn't want to come to this funeral, let alone speak at it. I just didn't want to be reminded that my life has two less people in it. I walked out of the bathroom to see the girls all in black dresses with different designs and Ansel with a nice black suit on.
I guess we're walking to the door now. Here I come misery.

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I watched as people I don't even know said shit about Ari and Mikayla. It's like they didn't even know them. Then again, I don't know them that much either. I snapped out of my thoughts when Alyssa tapped my leg, as she was sitting next to me, gesturing me to get up and speak. I nodded my head and walked to the podium.

"Um, hello. ,my name is Jai Brooks and I am the ex-boyfriend of Ariana and the new 'boyfriend' of Mikayla. I only knew the girls for a short amount of time, but we have been through so much together that I consider them my family. They have played with my emotions without even knowing it and I loved them for that." I continued speaking but all I was really focusing on was my mind. It was my fault that Mikayla and Ari are gone. I should have protected them against Amelia. I shouldn't have gotten in Michelle's car at Ari's concert. I should have never bullied Ariana. I should have never been born. "
Tear flooded my eyes. I just couldn't do it anymore. When I was done speaking I ran to the church bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. All I saw was a disappointment. A person that someone on the street would stay away from. A monster.
I was sick and tired of being here. All I do is ruin things. I swing the bathroom door open and run out to my car. I drove to Ari's house with tears still pouring and forming in my eyes.

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I opened the door and scrambled around on the living room coffee table. I found a letter from the police department. I opened it and read,

"Dear The Grande/ Fray Family,

We, the Police Department of Los Angeles, are happy to inform you that Amelia King is locked away in County Jail for the next few years. We don't have a specific date het because she is still in court."

I went to the next page because this part of the letter was only about Amelia's time in jail.

"If you wish to see where your loved ones passed the address is 103 Washington Street. The address is in your city.

We are sorry for your loss,

The Police Department of Los Angeles."

I found exactly what I wanted. I'm coming for you girls.