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KIT'S POV:
When my brother and I were little, out mother would take us out to play on the beach where she grew up. We would run along the sandy beach in our swimsuits and laugh, splashing in the water at each other as the sun sunk lower and lower. We didn't have a care in the world. We had everything we could ever want on that beach. Our mother would call us over to the blanket she had lain out over the hot sand and we would all sit down to munch on fruit slices and sip from juice boxes. Tyler would always pick up the camera and snap shots of my mother and I. It was memories like those that I remembered on days like this…
I stared dismally at the ground in front of my mother's grave as did my twin brother Tyler beside me. She was there now. Or at least her body was.
My black dress was making the sun that beat down from above even hotter, but I didn't care. Nor did I care that Tyler and I were the only ones other than the pastor that were still standing by her grave and our father, our uncle Teddy (he wasn't actually our uncle, just close friends with our father), and our half-brothers Barker and Hardy were waiting impatiently by the car.
It was the first time in 20 years that I had seen my father or brothers or uncle. But I didn't care much to make up for the lost time.
I knew Ty and I were both thinking the same thing. She didn't deserve to die. She was the last person in the world that did. Marina Tyler Briggs Gifted artist, devoted friend, loving mother 1951- 1996 Those words would be burned into my mind as a painful reminder of her. Along with the memories of the three of us dancing along the shoreline as we laughed and the smell of the ocean filled our nostrils.
The car horn honked loudly. Tyler closed his eyes and I sighed, bowing my head further. Damnit, dad… We both looked over. Gus Briggs was probably one of the most intimidating men I had ever seen. He looked more like he belonged in the army than at a funeral, mourning for the dead. "C'mon, Ty, Kit. Lets go."
We only stared at him until he walked around the car to get in on the drivers side. Then I bent down to place a red rose at the foot of our mother's headstone. Tyler placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and we went to the car.
Though we were twins, we were absolutely nothing alike. For starters, Tyler is a boy and I am a girl. Tyler inherited our mother's deep blond hair, something I had always been jealous of and I had picked up our father's once dark hair. Also, Tyler had gotten our mother's green eyes. Some of our mother's green had shown itself in small flecks in my brown eyes, making them hazel. "Like the sand," she would always tell me.
We sat in a booth in some diner dad had taken us to. I sat on the outer edge in the seat with Teddy and dad, but I was sitting beside Teddy. He seemed the nicer of the two.
"Been coming to this dumb ass place for I don't know how long," dad started, staring in disgust at the food on his plate. "You'd think they'd figure this food out. Steaks well-done, the French fries are rare."
"Well, stop coming, man," Teddy reasoned.
"Exactly," Hardy agreed.
"Hey, look at this," dad said, pointing out of the window at a red car with "just married" written on the windshield in white paint. The man was coming around the hood of the car to open the door for his new bride.
"Idiot," someone breathed. I thought it might've been Barker.
"Here comes the bride," Teddy said, watching as a woman with blond hair put into a bun crawled out of the passenger's seat. "Woah," Teddy muttered.
"Fuck," Hardy said, nudging Barker.
"He really fucked up," dad said.
I didn't see how. She was a very attractive woman and they both seemed very happy to be together.
I could sense something very insulting about to be said from the men I was supposedly related to, but hadn't seen since I was an infant. So I stood and walked out of the diner.
Not so long afterwards, Tyler joined me, a slightly pissed off look on his face. "Un-fucking-believable," Tyler muttered, pulling me with him to the car.
"They chased them out huh?" I asked, eyeing the newly weds climbing huffily back into their getaway vehicle.
Tyler nodded. "I cant believe we're related to them."
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