THE MOB

The Happening

DOENESEYA
I straightened my last strand of hair before turning Carter's straightener off. Today was Za's funeral and the guys thought I should of come too. Justin on the other hand wasn't so pleased about that, he wasn't annoyed either he just didn't care if I was going or not. I sighed and put everything away back in Carter's draws.

"You nearly ready, babes?" Carter asked and closed the door behind her, I just shrugged my shoulders. "Okay? What's going on?" She asked and sat next to me.

Truth is, I still feel upset about watching Justin making out with Candy.

"Can you keep a secret?" Carter nodded. "Thing is, since Justin and I met, he's been acting weird around me. A good kind of weird though, and we have these moments when he acts all caring and sweet with me,like he's worried about me, but a couple of days ago when I had fainted and he took me back here, we slept together. Not like that, I mean, in the same bed and for a moment I thought he." I stopped mid sentence but Carter pushed me to continue. "He liked me. But the next morning I caught him making out with Candy." Carter nodded slowly before speaking.

"Look, Justin is not used to this kind of stuff. He's just not like that with Candy, they just fuck, no strings attached." She gave me a smile and I shook my head.

"No, no he just can't go all protective over me, save me from being beaten to death then go and make out with someone else!"

"Woah, woah, woah, woah! Beaten to death?! What do you mean?!" I then realized what had slipped through my mouth.

"Umm I...I meant." Fuck. "Listen you cannot tell anyone about this. My mom's boyfriends beats me...a lot." I looked down and Carter hugged me. "You can't say a word Carter, please."

"I won't, I promise." We hugged for a couple more minutes, and shit did I need a hug. "We have to get going though." I nodded and we headed downstairs out the door, getting into the car going to the funeral.

Justin

I dreaded The day. I knew the streets
would've took one of us but I wasn't hoping it would be him, he was still like my flesh and blood. If it wasn't for my mother, I would not be attending his funeral. I tried to get out of it by paying for everything saying that I did my part, but my mom wasn't having it. I was on the edge after I heard that he died. I know any day now the cops will put those iron cuffs on me, that...or my life will be taken.

As I stepped outside of my car every cloud in the sky was dark. Just like my mood right now. It started to drizzle. I was late but not all that late. I actually took my sweet time getting dressed because I didn't want to be here, yes I told you guys this already. As I was going in the funeral I spotted Carter coming towards me.

"Not now Carter." I said emotionless.

"I know now isn't the time but you need to hear this!"

"I'll get back to you on that later." I said , my eyes fixed on the new day Baptist church awning.

"I think you would want to hear this now." Carter said grabbing my arm. "Somebody gave you up to the cops."

"What?!" I snapped incredulously, this day couldn't get any fucking better?

I kept my cold demeanor and kept it moving. I looked around to find where my family was sitting. I saw my mother being comforted by my little brother Jaxon. I began walking down the push red carpet to make my way to the casket when I became overwhelmed with grief. Each step was a struggle. My heart sank into my stomach at the thought of the figure that lay before me being the guy that I could also call my little brother also.

When I reached the casket and looked down at him, a lump formed in my throat and all that tough shit went right out of the window. My soul began to ache as tears formed in my eyes, threatening to run down but I wouldn't let it. So I sucked them back in. I took a deep breath before I attempted to make my peace.