I Hate Funerals | Chapter 1

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PSA !

I wrote this book a long time ago when I was14- 15 years old and had no idea how to properly write a story. I still am not 100% perfect, but doing the best I can in fixing the errors and making the story line make sense. I'm currently re-writing and editing this story so for any confusion as your reading please Blame my 15 year old self. Thanks 😘 some things in the story have changed and most things stayed the same so if you are here re-reading, make sure you read everything so you can see what changed and what did not. Also message me with any questions you have about the story, I will be active on Wattpad everyday so I will be on the look out for your messages!💖




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The nerve of my broken twisted family. They actually showed up today. My aunt, uncle and a few of my distant cousins were all gathered in their seats along with lots of other church goers, mourning the loss of two people from the community.

THE AUDACITY!

I was furious. It's my mothers funeral for Christ's sake and now they wanna show up! Where were they when I called them at 2 and 3 in the morning when my mom and her ex husband Walter would leave me in the middle of the night almost every night and I woke up wondering if they were even coming back?
Where were they when my mom desperately tried to escape my abusive step father Walter but no one would help her go through with it? He actually wasn't even my real father but she's been with him so long that he was the closest thing to one.

I never saw them take drugs or do them but I googled the signs, so I knew what it looked like when people were normal vs when they are doped up on something. I knew they were on them. My family wasn't ever here to help but now that it was too late they wanted to come and mourn in black clothes like they were good people. Like they really gave a crap.

The part that really didn't make sense to me was how did they die from drugs but I found them bloody as if they were beaten? It was weird but the cops told me it was drugs. I didn't know what to believe, but I definitely did not believe that.

The small church that we were in was our family church. I guess It looked okay with big long windows with blue angels in them. Huge rows of brown seats and a wide section in the front where the priest stood, next to my mother's body in the casket.

I grew up coming to this church and I would only go when my grandmother would take me and I always hated it. I never felt connected to any of it I guess. Not my fault that I didn't understand, and no one explained it to me. She died shortly after her 60th birthday so I stopped going as I got older.

I was lost having conversations with myself in my head when I felt a body sit next to me and a warm arm wrap around my shoulders. My body automatically tensed up.

"Ariel I'm so sorry, I should have come to your rescue every single time you called me." My aunt Caroline cried out. Tears staining her pretty face. "I'm so so sorry." She repeated as I turned to make eye contact with her.

I almost felt a little sorry for her because my mom was her sister. But I wouldn't allow it. She actually looked hurt though. She was the rich one out of her and my mom. The controlling uptight college graduate. The one my grandmother was proud of. She thought she was better then us and has not ever thought to help me when I really really needed her. She was the main one I would always call for help. She was the complete opposite of my mom in every way including looks. My mom had dark hair and aunt Caroline had short blonde hair that was always bone straight and flipped upwards at the ends. Her face was always tight and serious but right now it was twisted in a ugly crying face but even her cries were controlled. She continuously swiped her tears away before it could reach her cheeks and ruin her bright makeup. I sent her my meanest glare feeling my anger build up from the deepest pit inside me rising to the edge as I thought about her selfish ways. I scooted over making her arm fall away from my body.

I rolled my eyes while glaring at her. Hating the fact that she had the guts to even touch me. When she saw my reaction, her face turned much more sad and she sobbed harder. She then stood to leave and I turned my attention elsewhere. Ignoring the sorry looks of pitty that were given to me left and right. More of my family and a few family friends took turns to take a walk to my mothers casket. It was closed of course. I was told that the cuts on her body were so deep that they couldn't even stitch it together so they decided on a closed casket.

Walter's funeral was the day before yesterday and his casket was open. They dressed him in a expensive cashmere sweater which was odd to me. He came across very money hungry when he was alive but never had much of it and I've never came in contact with barely any family of his so I had no idea as to how he got to be buried in that and how he and my mothers funerals were even paid for.

"Shall we bow our heads and say a prayer for the souls that have passed on." The priest announced snatching my attention. Everyone bowed their heads and as soon as I was about to close my eyes I saw them. Directly across the room they sat with there eyes solely focused on me. How long had they'd been watching me I'd never know.

They both had the same sharp jaw line, those dominating swirl colored eyes of blue. One had messy dark hair on his head while the other ones hair was straight and slicked back but the length didn't pass his ears. Both equally jackasses, I still couldn't tell who was who as I stared death themselves in the face. My damn twin step brothers. They were Walters kids that he had by another woman way before he met my mom.

"We gather here today to pray for those that have passed on to the heavens up above. Vivian and Walter."

Psht. I laughed at that. Mom and Walter in heaven? I'm pretty sure God wouldn't allow such a thing.

"We pray that you lord open the gates of heaven for these souls and except them as we await our time for you to come to earth to get your people. May the dead rest with the dead and bless the living with gratitude of your return to earth. In the name of Jesus. We pray AMEN." Everyone said simultaneously.

I drag my eyes across the room where the twins were but they were gone. In fact everyone was standing to their feet now and walking out of the church. "We are headed to the burial ground, lets go young lady." My uncle Chuck's big belly was in my view before my eyes landed on his face. He tugged on my arm as he stood in the middle aisle of the church. As always he appeared out of nowhere, always trying to find a reason to put his hands on me.

I cut my eyes at him while gritting my teeth. People had to walk around him because he was blocking their way down the aisle leading to the front doors of the church. "Uncle Chuck...I know you don't do drugs like my mom and Walter but you've got to be on something if you think I'm going to go watch my mother get lowered into the dirt like garbage." I seethed, making people glance as they walked pass us. I didn't like my mom somewhat but I did love her and I didn't want to see that. Also when mom and dad passed I had to stay with Uncle Chuck temporarily and it wasn't a walk in the park. So you could say I was use to him gripping me up by my arms like how he was doing right now. It was one of the reasons I didn't like people touching me. It was because of him.

Chuck glared down at me with a look of bewilderment on his face as if I had said something way out of line. I knew for sure that if we were not in public he would have slapped me silly by now. He was beginning to reach for me again with his other arm to drag me along and once he had me he was about to take me out of the building until something stopped him.

"CHUCK" An angry voice came from behind me and an arm took my arm from chucks grasp gently.
My heart was pounding against my chest because of the powerful voice I had heard. I turned to see who it was,  and my breath got caught in my throat at the sight of him up close, I think my heart even skipped a beat. From the looks of it he looked exactly the same as he always did, Height 6'6 I'm guessing. He and his brother were 5 years older then me and I was 17. Yes they still looked the same as I last saw them. His smell clouded my nostrils and I had to admit he smelled 10 times better then this church. He was in a grey suit. Only his tie was loosened giving him a rough look. He was glaring at chuck who was way smaller in height and dangerously lacked in muscles compared to this twin. I could tell he was fit from the way his arms slightly bulged in his suit, In a nice way though. I was convinced he could simply blow a small amount of air from his mouth and chuck will go flying across the room. That's how lanky Chuck was. Yet he still managed to have a pot belly.

As I observed him I realized I didn't even know which twin he was. Kale or Kingsley. When our parents left me in there care a few times to 'hang out with my step siblings' they were always so strict with me. Always bossing me around and being rude.

"If I ever catch you with your hands on her again, you will simply not have them anymore." The twin spoke menacingly, making chuck's eyes  go wide. Chuck nodded and quickly turned away, walking right out of the church. Following plenty others. The church was half empty now, only leaving a few women and men mingling. Chuck made the right decision by leaving, this twin didn't look or sound like he joked around at all.

I laughed with no humor in my voice as I turned to speak to the twin, taking a few steps back so he wasn't completely hovering over me.

"Thanks for that but I could have properly threatened to harm him on my own." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my stomach. I didn't like the arrogant look on his face or the pleased look on face as if he wanted to be praised for sticking up for me. He raises his eyebrows with an irritated expression on his face. "Oh really?" He even took two more steps forwards so he could stand over me again. His hard expression was making me very nervous, and my tough girl act was rapidly diminishing. The power radiating from him was enough to make a girl apologize for anything she'd had ever done wrong. The glint of crazy of in his blue eyes didn't go unnoticed, neither did the look of distaste he now looked at me with.

I looked up at him saying nothing at all but instead took a step back. I decided to shake my head up and down in response to his question. Before he spoke he eyed me for a bit longer. We just stared at each other for a minute while our minds wondered about each other. I couldn't tell what he thought about me but I know he was deep in his head thinking about something. I wondered what it was, and if I would ever know. I began shifting uncomfortably and then he seemed to immediately snap out of it with a deep breath.

"I'm sure you know the decision that has been made regarding your well being? Considering that you're under age, that you have to be taken care of by an adult until your of the age 18?" He informs me in a bored baritone. People around us glanced when he spoke, it was like the tone of his voice demanded attention.

Guessing from the way he talked  and the tone in his voice that he must be a lawyer of some sort. I nodded my head up and down already knowing where he was headed with the conversation. No one else in my dysfunctional family wanted me. No matter how sorry they were and how guilty they claimed to be, no one stepped in to take custody of me. My parents were dead and I didn't even have a friend who I could live with. Well there is this girl who I met online that I talk to name Natalie but for all I know she could be a 55 year old lonely man named Jim.

So I had no one to go too. I've considered going into foster care but quickly decided not to go down that road. I've heard way too many stories about how that could go wrong and I could go from one family to the next and who really wanted to go through all of that? After all I've been through, I needed stability and the twins told the family Court judge that they could provide that for me. I secretly wished they could've took me sooner so I didn't have to stay at uncle chuck's for two long weeks of hell after my parents death. I was so glad all of that was over.

"You are now under Kale and I's sole custody." He concludes. So this Twin must be Kingsley. I should of known from his messy curly hair he never bothered to touch from what I remembered when I was younger. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze as he searched my face for some sort of response.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." I announced and he said nothing, just stared down at me with a look of intensity. I walked as fast as I could to the back of the church where the girls bathroom was. I burst through the door and ran up to the mirror taking deep breaths. I gripped the sides of the sink while I stared in the mirror at the girl looking back at me, trying to calm down. My sparkling hazel eyes looked like they've seen a ghost. They were big and bright but also deep in them you could see the pain, The loss and the stress. You could see all the things that I felt.

I had a small button nose and nicely proportioned pink lips. You could say I had a heart shaped face. My hair was long and brown down my back. I was told I was a pretty girl by like family and stuff but I never had a boyfriend before so pretty, I wasn't convinced. Girls in my school always had boyfriend's and attention so since I didn't get that I figured I probably wasn't their type. But then again I never put out either so a lot of people thought I was stuck up when I simply just didn't wanna give up my virginity to just anyone. I was wearing a long black sweater dress and I couldn't wait to take it off for some sweat pants and a sweatshirt. I couldn't wait for this day to be over so I could go be depressed in private.

Get it together. I told myself.

I took one last deep breath while looking in the mirror before turning to exit the bathroom and right as I opened the door my bottom lip slips into my mouth without my permission when my eyes met his. As I slowly stepped out, the bathroom door slammed shut behind me causing me to flinch and then curse at myself for letting it close on it's own like that because it was so loud. All I could think about was that his smell was a little different but the same as his brother's. Masculine but sweet. They had good taste in cologne.

I looked up into the sparkling eyes of Kale. For a moment just like Kingsley, Kale stared at me. Looking at me as if he was in shock at first then his expression looked strained, like he was struggling to find the words speak. The last time he saw me I was a little girl, So I expected the shock but not the long pause on his end. I scratched my head wondering what the hell was wrong with these guys.

"This is the girls bathroom you know." I pointed out to him. Why the hell was he standing outside of the girls bathroom like that? The Mens bathroom is on the other side of the church for a reason. Just because he's all tall and intimidating in his black suit doesn't mean he can just break church laws.
Or can he? I mean it wasn't a church law but it should be for gods sake.

"You were taking too long." He sarcastically stated with amusement in his eyes. He gives me a slow stare down from head to toe and a smirk plays along his lips while he comfortably adjusts his hands in his pockets. I could tell it was Kale I was talking to because the suit was a different color, black and so were the eyes. Both their eyes were blue but his were darker while Kingsley's was mixed with a stormy grey.

"I take it that you're not happy with the fact that you have to live with us?" He stated like he already knew my answer. I shrugged while giving him a curious look."What have I said in the few seconds of us standing here lead you to think that?" I arch my brow taking a step back as I did to Kingsley in our earlier conversation. I just can't be so close to them when we talk, I feel so small.

"Your face says what your mouth doesn't." Another voice joins in. Kingsley appears beside his brother and says something lowly to him so that i cannot hear. "You just have to deal with it. Let's go." Kingsley says and turns the opposite way of us, leading the way. I obey and follow him while Kale is walking behind me.

"Where have you been staying since the accident?" Kale asks as we head towards the church's exit. "Uncle chuck's." I answer bluntly.

At the sound of me saying uncle Chuck's name I see Kingsley ball his hands into a fist and I could barely hear Kale curse from the side of me.

"You won't be seeing him ever again." Kale says. I wasn't going to argue with that one. Yes uncle Chuck is a weird, narcissistic asshole and he makes me uncomfortable. I had to lock myself in his guest room everyday while I was staying at his house or he'd just come in unannounced anytime he wanted. To say I wanted to do some damage control was an understatement. So no, I had no problem never seeing that bastard again.

As we exited the church I realized that we were the only ones in the parking lot now and the janitor was locking up the church. I guess other people wanted the funeral to end quickly too.  Kingsley led us to the church parking lot where there were only two remaining cars parked next to each other.
Kingsley and Kale began walking side by side talking in low voices then they turned towards me.

"Your gonna ride back with Kingsley." Kale says to me. I nod and then a thought dawns on me. "Are we going back to my house to get my things?" I ask hopefully.

"No." Kingsley sharply answers without giving me a second look. They turn and continue towards there car's as if what he said was final. I jogged up to them stopping them both from walking so they could see I was serious.

"I have some really important things I need. That I don't want to be left behind." I whispered in a panic. Construction workers were going to destroy and rebuild the house because it was now the banks property. I desperately wanted to go back to get my things before anything happened.

I watched as the brothers looked at each other before looking at me again. "Are you sure you want to go back there...so soon?" Kale asks. They both gave me hard looks. "Yes." I answered quickly.

Kingsley looked down at me and lowered his voice.
"And your sure?"

"Yes Kingsley I am sure." I was nodding and saying yes all while my heart was pounding against my chest. Yes I wanted to go back home one last time to get my valuables. I was never going to see this house again and i definitely had things in my room that I wanted to keep forever.

In less than 30 minutes we parked in front of my house in my trashy neighborhood. I almost didn't want to leave Kingsley's nice car. It was a two seater and he had the softest seats and his car smelled like lemon.

You could hear crazy dogs barking from every different direction, children of all ages in the street playing, and there were abandoned houses everywhere you looked.

As soon as I opened the car door I stepped on trash. As Kale and Kingsley got out of the cars i noticed how out of place they looked in such a nasty place. Their faces showed no emotion though as we walked to my front door where yellow crime scene tape was everywhere.

"We are coming inside." Kingsley tried to walk pass me but I blocked him. I felt as if it was forbidden for them

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