Page 13 of Game of Revenge

“You need to eat something, Mom,”Mike pleads with Brianna. Sitting at the kitchen table, there is a cold pizza opened in front of me.

Just the thought of eating makes me want to throw up. I can only imagine how Brian's mom feels.

“Mike, maybe we should just give her a little space,” Tray mumbles, and I look up at him for the first time in over a day.

He's been so strong, but I know inside he's breaking apart too. Trying to hold on for us as we fall apart.

“Let's get out of here. Go for a walk,” Tray suggests, and I nod. Though I'd rather stick knives in my chest.

The pain wouldn't compare to how I feel right now.

Pushing my chair back, I stand. The room spins. I have to grab onto the table for a moment as the lightheadedness and nausea passes.

I'll eat something later. Right now Tray needs me to go for a walk.

Taking his hand, we shuffle over to the living room.

Our bags still rest there, waiting to be brought upstairs to the bedroom.

Mike sits on the couch.

“You’re not coming?” I ask him, and he shakes his head.

I know the moment we leave, he's going to lose it. I'd offer him comfort, but at the moment I don't think I could handle it.

Tray grabs two hoodies from the closet by the door, and I slip one on. There's a huge bulldog on it, and it's super soft.

Opening the door, I walk outside into the night. It's close to nine and the small streets are desolate.

It's almost peaceful and that's just wrong. I need chaos and destruction. I need…

Taking my phone out of the basketball shorts pocket, I dial a number that I should have called from the beginning.

I don't know why I haven't. Maybe it's because I'm still hoping to wake up and all this has been a bloody nightmare.

“Kier? Are you okay? Hello?”Carrie shouts into the phone, but it hurts to breathe, let alone talk.

Closing my mouth, I take a deep breath, then croak out, “I need you, Carebear.”

“Tell me where you are and I’m on my way.”I can hear her telling one of her guys to pack their bags and load up the kids.

No hesitation. No delay. She’s always there for me and the massive amount of how much she loves me and I love her, sets me off again.

“I don’t know what’s going on, Kiernan, but I love you and will always be there for you. Just text me the address. I’ll see you soon.”

She ends the call, and I send her my location, then toss my phone into my pocket and pull the hood of the sweatshirt over my head.

I don’t want to exist right now, but knowing that she’s coming helps a little bit.

“What all needs to be done for the funeral?” I ask Tray as we slowly walk up and down the street where Brian and Michael grew up.

It's a nice neighborhood and I can picture raising a family here. If only it wasn't in this shit town.

“Mike took care of a lot of it, but we still need to choose music and flowers.”

“Magnolias.” They were his favorite. I'd surprise him randomly with them. Brian loved all living things, but he could never keep plants alive.

It drove him crazy.

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