Snatched (August Alsina)

Chapter 7: Snatched

Danielle's POV

It'd been a week after Carmen - the person that I was the most close with in my life - had been murdered. The funeral was held a few days after her death and she had so many friends and loved ones that came to see her. August, Trever, and I kept the note secret and didn't turn Hank in to the cops because 1) They could get in trouble for past things that I was involved with meaning i'd get in trouble too 2) That would just cause more trouble and he'd have members that haven't been caught going after me 3) I want to get revenge on him myself.

I wanted revenge so bad. He took away the biggest part of me, the person who understood me the most. Twin sisters mean the closest bond.

I wanted to get back at him, but I couldn't think straight to be able to figure out how I would even do so.

The past week has been dreadful and I had cried so much that I'll be surprised if i have any tears left in me. My eyes were sore, puffy, and blood-shot and I felt completely weak and dead inside. When Aunt Henna found out, she cried the first day, but made barely any sounds and not one word for the rest of the time. Trevor was a wreck at first too, but he's a strong guy and eventually was able to keep himself together, even though I knew he was devastated inside at the loss of someone he'd been friends with for so long. I would sometimes think about how terrible it was that he'd just gotten in a relationship with her and it was forced to end.

On the day of the funeral, when everybody had a chance to see her one last time in the open casket and say their last words to her, I almost couldn't bring myself to do it. But August was at the funeral  with me and had encouraged me to do it.

"That's your sister" He had said. "She's listening and I bet she'd love to hear you talk to her. Get things off your chest to her. You'll regret it if you don't."

At these words I managed to build up the strength to collect myself together and walk up to her. She had makeup and other material covering her face and exposed parts of her body to hide the damage, but she didn't look the same as she did before the incident. She didn't have the smile that was always on her face before. She didn't look peaceful. I was almost convinced that I wasn't even looking at my sister.

"Carmy" I began, using the nickname that I had always called her when we were little. Tears began to fill up in my eyes and I struggled to fight them away, trying to be strong and speak from my heart to my beloved sister.  "I'm so incredibly sorry this happened to you. It should be me laying in that casket, not you. Not innocent, sweet, loyal, beautiful you. I'm so sorry that I got into the business and quit and put us in this mess."

I wiped away tears that started to overflow my waterline and gulped before I could go on.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself, I'll never let go of the fact that this is my fault. Let me tell you something," This is when too many tears broke the barricade and I couldn't wipe them away or hold them back any longer. They began to trail down my face and I squeezed my eyes closed tightly for a second before I went on. "You... were the best person I ever met. You always had my back and stayed by my side. You never judged me, you loved me for who I was and I'm incredibly thankful for that. You were there when nobody was and you were one of a kind. Everybody who's ever known you loved you and always will, especially me. I'm gonna miss you, sis. I love you so much. Rest in peace." 

At that I silently wept and August approached me, pulling me in for a hug. I accepted it and wrapped my arms around him and cried into him while he smoothened my hair the way he did when I cried beside my sister's dead body. He held me tightly and I held him right back.

August didn't cry or react the way everyone else did, he just had a depressing look on his face most of the time and tried his best to comfort me, worrying more about my feelings than his. He would even crack jokes sometimes to try to make me laugh and tell me funny stories about stupid things he's done in the past, such as the time he was 8 and attempted to fight a cop that was chasing him.