Betrayal - Chapter 41
Wednesday
Matt
Felix gave me another hug before walking away from the gravesite.
I didn’t know exactly when we’d become friends.
But Brooklyn, me, Kennedy, and him always hung out.
I was glad someone had gotten all his charges dropped.
But I didn’t know how to hang out with him and Kennedy without Brooklyn.
I didn’t know how to do anything without Brooklyn.
A few more people gave me hugs. And I waited until I was the last one standing by Brooklyn’s grave. Just me and her.
I watched the last black car drive off and then I sat down on top of the fresh dirt.
“Hey,” I said into the silence. I wasn’t sure what I was doing.
But I wasn’t ready to walk away from this spot just yet.
All I could picture was Brooklyn being cold.
And scared. And alone. I needed her to know that I was here.
“I love you.” I wouldn’t use the past tense with her. Not now. Not ever. “You know that right? How much I love you, baby?”
I wiped away the tears from my eyes. “You had to have known that.” I shook my head. “You were right about me though. I am a hypocrite. I deserved that.”
I stared down at the dirt. It was like I was waiting for her to say something back. I would have killed to hear her voice again. See her smile. Hear her laugh.
“I’m sorry that I let you down,” I said. “I’m so fucking sorry.” I wiped away the tears that were dripping down my chin.
How was I supposed to let her go? My whole heart was hers. She was the only person that I ever wanted to hold. She was it. She was everything. She’d always be everything to me.
I pulled her ring out of my pocket. I’d meant what I wrote in my vows. She was it for me. I pushed aside some of the dirt with my hands. And I put the ring down and scooped the dirt back into place. I wouldn’t be needing that ring for anyone else. It belonged here with her.
I knew our last words to each other were harsh.
But she didn’t stop loving me. I knew that.
She loved me. And just because she was dead, it didn’t mean that love just disappeared.
She was still all that I thought about. I still woke up reaching out for her.
I still turned around expecting her to be there.
How was I supposed to ever let go of her?
I wasn’t just in denial. I physically couldn’t do it.
I patted the dirt where the ring was. She was all the firsts I’d ever experience.
I wouldn’t marry someone that wasn’t her.
I wouldn’t have kids with someone else. I wouldn’t grow old with someone other than her.
I would never be able to do it. She was gone.
But I didn’t want to love anyone else. Ever.
I felt like she was so far away from me. I lay down on the dirt to be even closer to her. “I promised you forever. I meant it, baby.”
I closed my eyes and pretended she really was beside me.
If I’d gotten just a few more moments with her, I’d tell her how much I loved her.
How sorry I was. I closed my eyes tight.
I couldn’t believe the last thing I said to her was that she was a liar.
She wasn’t the liar. I was. I’d promised myself I’d make her an Untouchable. And I’d failed.
“Matt?”
I opened my eyes. Kennedy was standing at the foot of Brooklyn’s grave. The sun was starting to set behind her. I must have fallen asleep. I sat up and brushed the dirt off the side of my face. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Same as you, I think.” She patted Jim’s tombstone. “Hi, Uncle Jim,” she said, and then sat down beside me. “I needed to talk to her.”
I nodded. The only concession I’d gotten from Mr. Pruitt was that Brooklyn be buried next to her uncle. She wouldn’t have wanted to be in some gaudy Pruitt mausoleum. She belonged here. With someone that loved her. I cleared my throat. “Do you want me to give you a second?”
“No, not really.” Tears started streaming down her cheeks.
“Matt, I messed up. The last thing I ever said to her was that I couldn’t even look at her.
I told her that her life was like a fairytale.
A freaking fairytale? No one I know has ever experienced as much pain as she had.
Her life wasn’t a fairytale. She thought I hated her. That I thought she was a bad friend.”
“She knew you didn’t mean it.”
“But I still said it. And I ignored all her calls and texts. She died thinking that I hated her. And I can’t stop crying.”
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “Me too.”
“You can’t stop crying either?” She tried to laugh, but it came out forced.
“Yeah, that. But we had a fight before she died. I told her she was a liar. And that she’d never given me any reason to believe in her. I can’t stop thinking about what I said. I know exactly how you’re feeling.”
Kennedy started crying even harder. “I just want to tell her that I’m sorry. And that she was the best friend I’ve ever had. And I don’t know what I’m going to do without her.”
“Me either.”
We were both silent as we stared down at the ground. I didn’t know what to say to her because I felt the same guilt. But I did know what Kennedy needed to hear. “She knew that we loved her.” She had to have known.
“It’s silly,” said Kennedy, “but I was going to sit here and reminisce with her. Remind myself about all the good times to convince myself that she did know.” She handed me a photo album. “But since you’re here, I think you should have this. It was going to be my wedding present to the two of you.”
I opened it up and saw a picture of Brooklyn smiling at the camera.
Page after page of her laughing and smiling…
at me. Just the way I remembered. Her whole face was lit up.
I smiled when I saw pictures from the homecoming game.
Shots of me dancing like a fool and Brooklyn grinning with joy. Pure joy. I’d made her feel that.
“I know it’s a cheap gift,” Kennedy said. “But I…”
“It’s perfect,” I said. I didn’t have any pictures of Brooklyn. And for some reason, it was like her face had started to get blurry in my head. I needed this. “Thank you,” I said.
“This isn’t right.” Kennedy sniffed. “She’d been through so much. And she was finally happy. No one so kind and wonderful should be allowed to only have such little happiness in their whole life. It’s not fair.”
No, it wasn’t. But life wasn’t fair. If it was, Brooklyn’s mom and uncle would still be alive. But if Brooklyn’s mom was still alive, I never would have met Brooklyn. She never would have moved to New York. She’d still be alive.
This city was what killed her. Mr. Pruitt killed her. And there wasn’t a single thing I could do about it. Because Brooklyn’s name was on those papers, signing away her kidney to her sick dad. And Mr. Pruitt owned the cops. And the lawyers. He was the untouchable one. Not me.
“I’m really glad she had you,” Kennedy said. She pointed to one of the pictures of Brooklyn and me at the Halloween party dancing.
I wished I could have rewound time to that night. I would have held her close and not let go. I would have insisted we leave town. Get away from her crazy family. But I didn’t do that. I’d thought I could keep her safe. I’d been wrong.
I wanted to blame anyone but myself. Because all I could feel was guilt swallowing me whole.
I’d said terrible things to her. I hadn’t answered her calls.
I’d let her stay in that monster’s home instead of bringing her back with me.
And I’d pretended she was a dirty little secret.
When in reality? She was my whole fucking world.
We sat there in silence. I wasn’t even sure how long.
We just sat and sat. She didn’t say a word as I cried.
So I didn’t say a word about her tears either.
I think we both just needed to be close to Brooklyn.
And it was nice that there was someone else that seemed to care as much as I did.
Brooklyn was loved. And she’d always be loved.
“It’s getting late,” Kennedy said. “We should probably get going.”
I closed the photo album. I could barely see it in the encroaching darkness anyway. “You go ahead.”
“You’re staying?”
I stared at her. “Where else am I supposed to go?” My whole life was here. I couldn’t fathom moving from this spot. I just…I couldn’t. Not now. Not tonight.
Kennedy nodded. “Okay. I’ll stay too.”
“You don’t have to…”
“She would have wanted me to. She would have wanted me to make sure you were okay.”
My stupid tears started up again. “I’m not okay. I don’t know how to be okay.”
“I know.” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “So I’m just going to stay too. We can be not okay together. For however long it takes.”
Forever. I would forever not be okay.
My friends didn’t understand. They thought not talking about Brooklyn would help.
And maybe it would help them. But it wouldn’t help me.
It seemed like Kennedy was the only one who understood.
I couldn’t let Brooklyn just fade away. I wouldn’t.
“I don’t ever want to forget about her. And no one else understands.
I can’t forget her. I can’t stop loving her. ”
“We won’t,” Kennedy said. “We won’t let her just become a distant memory. We can’t.”
I opened up the photo album again and squinted down at a picture of Brooklyn smiling at the camera.
It was hard to see it in the dark. Like there was a haze around her perfect face.
Like she was already slipping away. I’m never letting you go, Brooklyn.
I’ll never stop loving you. “Never,” I said. Never.
Kennedy put her head on my shoulder. “Nunca.”
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Matt thinks Brooklyn is gone. But…is she?
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