Anti-Heroes; The Origin Of Rogue And Painkiller

4.To Lose A Brother

Janelle POV

From: Best friend 🧡:
Can you come over?

Me:Yeah, let me ask my dad.

I put on my shoes and jog down the stairs and into his office, he looks at me and I sit in the seat infront of his desk.

Me:Can I go over Khalil's house?

Dad:Why?

I need a reason to go over my best friends house?

Me:He asked me to, he hasn't answered any of my calls and he all of sudden texted me a minute ago. Can I go?

Dad:... *sighs* sure, want me to drop you off?

Me:Yup! Thanks big man.

He laughs and we get up and leave out.

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I knock on the door and I expect to see Keenan or Khalil open the door but instead it's momma P. Why isn't she at work? I notice her red and puffy eyes, I frown and she allows me in.

Me:Hey momma, what's wrong? Is everything okay?

She shakes her head and she cries, I hug her and she hugs me tightly, I notice auntie Yvette sitting there along with some other family. What happened?

Momma p:Oh Nell... They found Keenan dead on the street*sobbing* he was killed!

I step back and automatically tears are running down my face. Keenan? I look down and wipe my eyes but more tears take that space.

Auntie Yvette:I'm the one that texted you. Khalil hasn't spoken to any of us. He hasn't left his room, maybe you can talk to him and see how he's doing.

I nod and hug momma P again before walking to the back of the house, I open up the room door and see him at the foot of his bed, sitting on the floor something in his hands, I close the door and walk closer.

Khalil:I don't want to talk.

Me:You don't have to.

He turns around and I smile a little and sit next to him. I lay my head on his shoulder and look at the picture of him and Keenan. It was at Khalil's 12th birthday. I put my hand in his and he grips it tightly. We sit in silence for 20 minutes, I know because I stared at the clock. He never loosened his grip on my hand. I lift my head from his shoulder and he looked at me. His red eyes staring at mines. I wipe his face and he turns and hugs me, I hug him back as he sobs.

Khalil:They killed him!

Me:*softly* I know, I'm so sorry Khalil. He didn't deserve that.

He shakes his head and just cries.

Keenan is dead, he was killed. He was only 15 he was about to turn 16 in two months, he was already talking about what he was going to do for it. His cries get silent but the jerks from him tells me he's still crying. I rub his back, he's starting to get large which is making this hug very awkward compared to how it used to be when we were close to the same size. I push myself up and he follows until we get on his bed and I reach over to the bedside table grabbing tissue and I tap him, he gets up and I hand him the tissue, he wipes his face and I feel more tears fall from my eyes seeing him cry.

Khalil:They said some rival gang stuck him up and then killed him. Why him? He wasn't doing anything to anyone! They couldn't get a bad guy they had to get my brother?!

Me:I know it-

Khalil:You don't, you don't know what's it like to wake up to your mother crying and police in your home, and what makes it even crazier is that I know why they were here. They killed my brother, Janelle.