Page 17 of Game of Revenge

He’s the last Banks male. It’s a crazy thought. I have a horde of siblings, but Brianna and Michael are all alone now.

Brian’s dad passed away when they were little, leaving Brianna a widow and on her own to raise four-year-old twins.

She never remarried.

Can't blame her. True love is hard to find and when you do, you hold on with everything you have.

Never know when it can be ripped away.

Bates parks their car next to me, and Kiernan climbs out of the backseat. Ms. Kay arrived shortly after Carrie, and she decided to stay back at the house to watch the kids.

Tiffany argued about coming today and won. She reminds me of a miniature Carrie, in her black dress and booties. Her dads better watch out.

The parking lot to the church is full, and some people walk over to us looking like it's a normal day of prayer.

Wearing their Sunday best, instead of black.

I really hope today goes fast and soon we can go back to demolishing walls and ripping up checkered flooring.

I don't want to be here anymore.

We have a small reception here after. I guess this church was where Brian’s grandfather preached for forty years.

He has since passed on, but the new preacher welcomed Mike and Brianna to have the community room.

Their house is too small to host.

Perfect for just the three of them… Well I guess it’s the two of them now.

Opening his door, Mike stumbles out of the car. He laughs, shaking his dark hair.

Meyers is watching him and scowls.

“Are you high? Today of all days?”

Mike waves his hand in the air and blinks his eyes a few times.

“It's cool. Everything's good,” he says with a grin. Kier joins us and grabs his arm.

“How could you do this to your brother?” Mike's eyes widen, and he looks scared at his words.

“Wha… what do you mean?” he asks, shaking his head, trying to focus.

Kiernan frowns. “Brian deserves respect. Especially from his flesh and blood. Sober up or don't bother coming inside.”

Stepping away from Mike, I take Kier's hand. He's shaking and trying to hold on. I'm not doing much better though.

We manage to get to the casket, though our legs are trembling. My eyes are blurred, and they sting so bad.

But I can't break down yet. I need to stay strong. I'll take a few minutes later to grieve.

The casket is closed due to the extensive beating Brian took, and finding him like that in the backlot, with Mike wailing on top of him, praying to God will always haunt me.

My last memory of him will overshadow all the good times we had. The way his blue eyes would light up when he nailed arecipe, or the way he would smile when holding one of Carrie's children.

He always wanted to be a dad… and now…

Fuck. I don't think I can do this. Kiernan squeezes my hand, and I place my head on his shoulder as I silently cry.

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