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Sneak peak for the first chapter of my new book “Boo!”
Alex and Luka Sheldrake trudged their way through their parents' mansion, still wearing the suits they'd had custom tailored for the ceremony.
The kitchen felt like a lifetime away as they dragged their feet across the Brazilian cherry hardwood flooring. This day really was the nail in the coffin. Ozzie was dead.
No 34 year old like Luka should go to his baby brother's funeral, see him in his coffin, pick out what flowers to have at the ceremony, watch people who bullied and mocked him pretend to care and cry about his death.
No 36 year old like Alex should have to plan his baby brother's funeral, what suit he'd wear, what photos to put on display. Their parents could just barely leave their house without being bombarded by the soul destroying media stalking their home in the five days the world knew that Ozzie had died.
Alex looked behind and down at Luka for a brief moment, both of their eyes still glossy. "You good man?" Alex asked, his constant sarcasm nonexistent. Luka didn't have his usual energy, he just nodded as they kept on walking. They'd become different people since the call six days ago.
It just wasn't fucking fair. Ozzie was dead and in a few days the world of Hollywood would forget about him, mock him even more or only remember him as Oscar Anthony Emmett Graham Sheldrake, the dead son of 59 year old Regina and 58 year old Alexander Sheldrake, two of Hollywoods most elite actors.
Alex couldn't deny how much he and his brothers had benefitted from their parents success, himself included but especially Luka and Ozzie. But... growing up in the spotlight didn't always make the hatred any easier, especially when it started in childhood.
They still remembered everything about that night, the call, the crying, the sounds, every single thing that happened that night was burned into their brain.