Page 18 of Game of Revenge

Releasing my hand, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me in closer.

Someone scoffs in the pews and mumbles a few derogatory things, but I don't fucking care.

They can kiss my tanned ass. I am saying goodbye to a man that will always hold a place in my heart, and I'm hardly holding it together.

If I want my boyfriend to wrap me in his arms to comfort me then they can get the fuck over it, or leave.

Mike stands beside me, but he doesn't touch me. He's becoming distant.

Brianna walks up behind us. She shuffles closer before collapsing onto the polished wood and wailing.

Everyone around us gives her a moment to break, offering glances full of pity. Mike reaches for her and pulls her into his arms.

“It's okay, Mom. I'm still here. You have me,” he keeps mumbling, and I know it's supposed to be a sweet gesture, but all I can think of is he's almost gloating.

I know he and Brian were at each other's throats lately and fought about every tiny little thing, but he can't actually be happy his twin is gone right?

I'm watchingMike drink himself into a stupor. The funeral was a disaster. Some guys from the football team came and made derogatory slurs.

Carrie almost whipped out a blade and stabbed them all, but Meyers and Bates got them to leave.

I hate wishing we could get out of this town tonight. Brian is buried here. But I don't like how small minded this town is.

They need a lesson about this current century, and that love is fucking love.

Chuck grabs us some more beers, and we sip them while Francis and Carrie joke about killing again.

Kier is laughing along with them and even though I know he’s wasted, I smile.

I didn't think I'd hear him laugh again for a long time.

Mike sits in the corner, watching us, but not talking.

He’s been really weird today. While his mom was doing the procession line and thanking people for coming, he was joking around and laughing.

As if he didn’t just lose his brother. Everyone grieves in their own way, but I don’t know… I am getting a weird vibe from him.

Could it just be the drugs? Is this going to turn into a problem or will he stop when we get back home?

Fuck. Home. We are going to have to pack up Brian's room. How did everything become so twisted and complicated?

I wish we could go back to four days ago.

Kiernan

“I mean we totally could,” Carrie whispers, then laughs. I am drunk and because she’s preggers she’s sipping sparkling cider. “We could just take them into the woods and hunt them. Make a game out of it! Oh, Kier, it would be so much fun.”

I nod along listening to her crazy rants, but honestly my mind is a million miles away.

Sitting here in Brian’s family home, with all of his pictures covering the walls, is making me want to take a leap off a building.

Chuck scoffs at something Carrie said and it pulls me back into the conversation.

“Baby, you should put your masks away and focus on our kids,” he grunts, then howls as Francis slams a plastic fork into his thigh.

“I know you didn't just say something sexist to our girl,” she hisses, and he shakes his head, removing the plastic prongs that snapped off from the force she used.

“No, but I'm not going to let my pregnant wife traipse through the woods playing Jason Vorhees.”

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