We pack our things into our car. We are going back home. Back to our small town. I stroll down the beach once more. Excitement rolls through me. I get to see my little girl. I cross my arms across my chest. It’s early morning and the sun is waking up for the day. I feel an arm snake around my waist. I turn towards it. “I don’t want to leave.” I smile. Zayn hugs me tightly. “All things come to an end, it has to Little Flower.” He says stroking my hair. I nod. “You ready love birds?” Hannah hollers with Lucas holding her. I nod. Zayn grabs my hand and we walk back to the car.
Everything’s different now I can feel it.
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I’m the first to be dropped off. Zayn gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Mommy!” I hear Lyn scream. My eyes widen and I smile. She runs into my arms and I pick her up spinning her in circles. I stop. “I missed you so much.” I say kissing her chubby cheek. “I didn’t know you had a kid.” They all say in sync (except Zayn). I turn to them. I look at her. “It’s a long story.” I say carrying my daughter and my bags into the house. “Hey sweetie.” My mom says hugging me. I put Lynnette and my bags down. I hug her back. We pull back. “How was it?” Kaitlyn asks. We hug. “It was great. Beautiful even.” I say into her hair. Bianca runs down the stairs. “Violet!” She shouts. I pick her. “Well, hello little sister.” I say hugging her. “I’m so glad your back.” Bianca smiles. I put her down. “I’ll be back.” I say carrying my bags to my room. It is left untouched, the way I left it. I run back downstairs. I see Aaron sitting on the couch.
He looks up. Viola!” He screams running to him. I hug him tightly. “How are you?” I ask pulling back. “I’m good, I missed you so much.” He says. I smile into his shoulder. “I missed you too.” I reply. “Did I miss everything?” I ask. Kaitlyn smiles widely. “Our wedding date is set.” She says. Mom nudges her. My eyes widen. “Really when!” I exclaim. “Next weekend.” Mom says. “Mommy, you should see the bridesmaid dress!” Lyn says jumping up and down. I smile heading upstairs carrying my bags.
Lyn follows behind me. “Where’s Dad?” She asks. I turn towards her. “He’s home, do you want to see him?” I reply. She nods quickly. I pick her up heading back downstairs. “Where are you going now?” Aaron asks hands on his hip. “Lynnette wants to see Zayn. Right?” I look at her. She shakes her head. I feel my stomach drop. “Who?” Aaron asks walking up to us. “My dad.” She says.
I gulp nervously. “Okay, we’ll go.” I reply grabbing Mom’s car keys. “I’ll come with.” He replies. I just nod because I’m at a loss of words. We get in the car and we drive to the cemetery. Silent flows through the car. I look in the rearview mirror looking at Lyn. Her blue and green eyes stare out the window. I look over at Aaron. He stares at me with worry and concern. I look back at the road. He’s more worried about me. I’m worried too. What will I do when I see him in the dirt? Will I smile? Will I laugh? Or will I cry? We pull into the cemetery. My throat closes and my heart quickens drastically. I slide out of the car helping my daughter out.
I lock the car and all three of us walk. “Do you know where it’s at?” I ask Aaron. Aaron nods and walks ahead allowing me to follow. I grab Lynnette’s hand and I follow him. I see Aaron stop over the hill. I hesitate but Lynnette tugs lightly. I continue but stop in front of his grave. Stabbed to death by my mom, killed for justice. I should be laughing. He deserved this, he had this coming so why am I fighting the tears? Lynnette just stares. Aaron is angry. I’m upset. Why is this happening to me. “I put something in the trunk.” Lynnette says innocently. I look down at her then back up at Aaron. He nods and goes to get it. “Why did you want to see him?” I ask quietly. “I over heard Grandma talking about what happened but I don’t understand any of it. I just thought since everyone buried him maybe you should bury him too.” She says.
Aaron’s footsteps sound from behind me. I turn to see him holding my old violin. “It’s time to bury him, Mom.” Lynnette says. She’s four, how can she possibly know of this? Aaron carries a sad expression. I nod feeling a tear fall down my cheek. I let go of Lyn and I grab the violin and the shovel Aaron’s holding. She’s four years old and is wiser than I am. I start digging, right beside Brandon’s grave.
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Teen Fiction"There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after." ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit Violet Valentine hides e...
