Mafia Love

Chapter 12

Hey, my lovelies. I really suggest you listen to this song. My dad got my into country music, and I understand if you don't like it, but it really fits the mood for the flashback so please give it a shot. All the best, my lovelies ❤️
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*Flashback five years ago*

Grace

"Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to say goodbye to a person who meant a whole lot to us, but he meant the world to a little girl." The preacher continued to talk about how an amazing person my grandfather was and how his time here was too short.

I lost my grandfather two nights ago in a car accident. The paramedics said he suffered severe head trauma and a broken sternum, and by the time he made it to the hospital, they said the machines were the only things keeping him alive.

My parents, the spawns of Satan himself, wouldn't pay for his medical bills to keep him on the ventilator. My own dad wouldn't pay for it. My dad wouldn't pay to keep his father on the ventilator! The next day is when they took him off.

I was the only one there to see it happen, but I swear, before his light was completely burned out, I swear he tried to open his eyes one more time.

The person who hit my grandfather was never caught do to the fact it was a hit and run. The car was never recovered and the person was never found. The bastard never got justice for murdering the person who meant more to me than anything in this world.

Before the funeral started, I attend the will reading and found out my grandfather left me a large sum of cash for the future. Since I was already 18, I could access it. I used some of the money to pay for the funeral since I was the only member of my family to attend.

My parents did stop by one time to get what was left to them in the will but that was all. They didn't even bother to give me a side glance, and my brother, well, let's just say it was too "painful" for him to come.

The ceremony was an open casket but it hurt too much for me to look at him one last time.

So, that brings me back to here. Sitting here at the ceremony listening to the preacher, watching my grandfather's friends pay their respects, myself trying to keep it together until the end.

The ceremony concludes, and before they put the casket in the ground, the preacher hands me an envelope before he leaves. As I'm sitting by my grandfather's casket, I open the white sealed envelope.

It's a birthday card.

Yes, my grandfather died on my birthday.

As I hold the card close to my chest, I lean over the closed casket and cry my heart out. A river of tears come flooding down my cheeks stinging my eyes as they fall. The stinging pain in my chest could never be filled again from this day on.

I cry knowing that I couldn't even do anything to help him, and I swore I would find whoever killed him and make sure he gets what he deserves.

What I didn't know was that this was the last time I would cry in five years, and the last time I would get to enjoy my freedom before my life took a turn for the worse.
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*Present*

Grace

Why is life so shitty sometimes?