Justin's P.O.V
I was sitting beside Lisa and Bob on one of the first rows of the church seats. We... as family, were given a special treatment unlike everyone else in the gathering.
I had already seen Coyde in our midst... I could recognize his face and his build up anywhere. I really didn't know what the heck he was looking for here. Did he just come to mock all of us or to kill me? I didn't know what the answer to that was and I actually didn't care.
He was wearing all black; a black suit, a black hat and black sunglasses.. I didn't know if he dressed like that because that was kind of like the custom or he just did it so no one will notice his presence...The thing was just that I didn't care.
The pastor kept talking on and on about my dad; Davis. About how good a man he was and all... and then he began talking about my mom... He talked so much but I didn't pay any much attention to him. All I could think of was both of them.
I recalled the fun times I spent with them though almost all the times we spent together were fun... I recalled the first time I learnt about my superpowers from them, when the three of us went to Miami... I remembered so many other times we had such fun together and I wished I could bring back those times.
And then I remembered that day; the day that they promised never to leave me all alone in the world... but that was exactly what they did after all... They hadn't kept their promises.
I didn't know when tears began to flow from my eyes... but I couldn't stop them from flowing. I bowed my head to cry and hoped no one notices me. All of them had their eyes closed because they were in the middle of a prayer session so I wasn't really bothered about any of them seeing the river of tears I gushed out.
I really did miss mom and dad and I knew that if they had a choice they wouldn't have left me so it was totally not their fault. It was the fault of that asshole sitting some on one of the rows at the back in the Church... I didn't even think he deserved to be sitting in such a sacred place.
Before I could tell, anger began to wash over me. I felt really mad... so mad that I just wanted to stand up, walk up to JC and strangle him. But I couldn't do that, at least not here or now.
I wished I could turn back time so I could kill that goddamned Luis Baxter before he killed my parents and then go and kill JC. I could do anything to protect my parents. So killing those two assholes wasn't a problem for me. I don't know why, but I felt sort of regretful... so regretful about the fact that I couldn't save them; 'cause if I had come earlier, immediately I heard the first gunshot, maybe I could have saved one or even both of them.
I was still crying profusely with a certain form of burning anger flowing through my soul when Lisa, who was sitting by my left hand side, patted my back. It felt warm and comforting but I couldn't help but continue to cry and hope that no one else notices the drops of tears on the floor.
Coyde's P.O.V
I was sitting at one of the pews at the back of the church with my gun in my pocket and a Bible in my hand. No one could recognize my face due to the way I dressed. Not even my number one fan would recognize me, not to talk about Justin Cole... I don't even know if that boy knew how I looked.
Well, it was so sad that he didn't know how the killer of his parents... and the person who was going to be the killer of him, looked. I was so sure that today was going to be the last day that boy was going to live for.
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Justin's P.O.V
We were all standing in front of the 6 foot deep grave that had been dug for my mom and dad. Their bodies were in their coffins which had the same design entirely.
Many people that were there... some I didn't even know, were crying. And surprisingly, even Bob was crying too. And Mirabel too cried.. Lisa didn't though. And I didn't either, 'cause I knew that no matter how hard I cried and no matter how much I wanted them to come back to life... they just couldn't. They were gone and gone forever!
I spotted Coyde at directly opposite me; by the other side of the grave... looking predatorily at me... When I turned my head to look at him, he didn't stop looking at me. He was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn't see his wicked eyes, but I knew very well that he was looking at me.
Both their coffins were lowered by some able bodied men sand was poured on it. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was never going to see them again. Never!
I wasn't going to have dad goof around with me anymore and I wasn't going to have mom to hug me and give me emotional support whenever I'm down. It was so unbelievable.
Everyone closed their eyes to pray but when I looked again at JC, he smiled wickedly at me. I didn't expect him to close his eyes though.
I cursed him in my mind. Him being there mocked me... it mocked everything about me. The dumb ass man who was one of the reasons both my parents died was right at their burial... smiling peacefully and having an amazing life. While I was feeling so depressed and lonely.
The normal me would have been getting angry... but I didn't know why I wasn't. Maybe it was because I was in the house of the Lord.😂
I had just become a total coward when it was the rightest time for me to face an adversary. I guess I just wasn't ready to kill anybody else... and I wouldn't do anything that'll make Anastasia sad.
I was so overwhelmed, I did what I never thought I would do; I just ran off to the bathroom like a pregnant woman going to vomit... I didn't know if it was because of the sadness I felt or it was because of JC's mocking smile.
"Justin!" Bob called after me, but I didn't turn back.
"Leave him be... he's going to be alright." I heard Mirabel say reassuringly... but it didn't seem to be true. I wasn't going to be alright. Especially not with JC right there.
I got to the long hall which led to the male bathroom. Someone was following me and I knew it. It felt kinda creepy.
But I just kept walking and didn't look back. It was definitely JC who was following me. I knew only an asshole like him will tip toe so loudly.
Even though I didn't want to hurt him or murder him... he just wanted himself murdered. I don't know why he just couldn't let me be