Tricks Of The Game

Chapter 38

*Brianna's POV*

Numb, deprived of the power of sensation. No feeling, no emotion. It was the same thing over and over again, "I'm so sorry for your loss, Your parents were very proud of you." I was sick and tired of hearing it, that I tuned it all out. Feeling nauseous, I took a seat on the bench outside of the room, tears threatening to spill. I felt a hand on my shoulder, looking up to see Matt and Jake.

"Bri, it'll get better."

Placing a hand on my baby belly, I let my tears flow. Matt sat on one side of me, as Jake sat on the other side. I let myself melt into Matt, "It's all my fault, the reason they're dead is because of me."

Jake placed a hand on my back, soothingly rubbing. "It's not your fault Bri, don't ever say it's your fault," he whispered.

I shook my head, not believing Jake, "No, it is my fault. They were on their way to Chicago to see Brandon, Evelyn, and I. If they hadn't been coming to see me, then they would still be alive." Matt pulled me into him, lightly kissing my forehead.

"You, this is all your fault. Sure, you're the youngest and are spoiled, but they cancelled their plans with us to come see you." DeAnn was fuming.

I stood up, with Matt and Jake behind me, "Let me remind you that my dad was blood to me, his only daughter. Of course I'm spoiled. It's not my fault they wanted to come see my family and I. But you know what's sad DeAnn, my dad will never get to spoil Evelyn or the twins. Mom and MY dad will never get to meet their grandson and granddaughter. They got to meet your kids, so shut the hell up and get out of my face."

Matt gripped my arm, lightly pulling me back. I walked over to Brandon, who had Evelyn curled up in his lap.

"C'mon, we're leaving. I'm apparently not welcome to my own parents funeral." Brandon popped up, trying not to wake up Evelyn. I rushed out as fast as I could, which is really difficult with this protruding stomach of mine.

"Bri?"

I turned around top see Danny and the rest of the Raytown Fire Protection District standing there in their uniforms.

"Danny," I choked out before the floodgates opened. I was suddenly engulfed into the arms of Danny and Keith, who were my "brothers from other mothers", or that's what they said. I heard a little girl crying behind me, and turned to see Evelyn crying, with Brandon holding her close, and with tears streaming down his face.

"Were you going to leave without seeing us first?" Danny asked me, with his serious face. I slowly nodded, trying not to make eye contact.

"Yeah, DeAnn and I got into a verbal altercation and she basically blamed the death of my parents on me. We're actually heading to St. Louis to spend Thanksgiving with Brandon's mom. So, we are going to head out. Let me know if you're in Chicago, we can meet up."

Without letting them answer, I walked out of the chapel, to the car, got in, and curled into a deformed ball. I heard my phone go off in my purse, and quickly pulled it out, hoping it with Kelsey. To my relief, it was.

"Hey babycakes!" I heard shuffling on the other end.

"Bri, what happened? Are the twins okay? Is Evelyn alright?"

I knew I would end up crying, but I didn't think it would happen this quickly.

"Kels, they're gone. My parents, they're gone. They died in a car accident on their way to see Brandon, Evelyn, and I." I heard a gasp, then sniffles.

"Bri, I'm so sorry. I know you've probably heard enough of that, but seriously, if you need me, call me, and I'm on the next flight to Chicago."

I blinked back my tears, "I was actually kind of kicked out of the funeral. DeAnn blamed their death on me, and so we are leaving and heading to St. Louis to see Brandon's mom and the rest of his family."

She sighed, "Ok, I will see you after the break."

Even though she couldn't see me, I nodded, "Alright."

I hung up and placed my head against the window, that was cool from the November chill of Kansas City. As Brandon slid into the driver seat, darkness overtook me.