06

Knight

Age 12

            It took six weeks before we finally got the news we had been waiting for. We were officially Gravins. I still couldn’t believe my father had us cut their brakes. I can’t get over Uncle Mitchell hitting Kara’s sister over the back of the head and forcing her into the car. I thought when she had woken up and started telling her father she had proof of what we had done that he would listen, but he didn’t. I could see the anger and fear in her eyes. I had never actually noticed her until that moment. We had always been so focused on Kara that her sister, the bookworm, wasn’t even a blimp on our radar. We were thirteen and becoming men.

            But seeing her bright green eyes filled with fear and anger. She knew she was going to die. Yet, it wasn’t until today that she finally let go and succumbed to her injuries. At least that's what the obituary was stating from the website on my phone.

            I was hoping that dad's contact at the hospital would confirm everything. I hadn't been able to sleep since hearing her say she had proof of what we did. There wasn't any evidence at the scene of the accident. Nothing to back up her words. 

It broke me when dad forced us to follow behind them and watch as the car careened over the guardrail. He made us walk down to the scene and I saw Kara in a pool of her own blood, her sister in the back knocked out in the back seat, their dad's blank stare of death. Kara had seen me and begged for our help, but dad forced us back up and away from them, Karas cries for help echoing through the trees a sound that will haunt me until the day I die. 

I will never forgive myself for having to end her to survive life in my own home. To become a Gravin. The elite of the rich and powerful in our town. They all had blood on their hands. And to become one they wanted blood on your hands too. And if coming as an heir we had to be initiated early. 

Lucian and Nash weren't speaking to me right now. Not that I blame them. It was my fault. If I hadn't told father, I wanted Kara he would have never raped her. If I hadn't told him I didn't care that she was broken, that I was going to make her mine someday, he wouldn't have chosen her as my mark. Yeah, her dad and mine had a business deal go south recently as well but I knew my father had handpicked the three of them to get rid of the one thing I wanted. Her.  

 But it wasn't Kara's image that wouldn't leave my mind. It was her sister, the one that until that day, I had never noticed other than to pick on her about being a nerd and addicted to reading. I don't know if I could ever forget those eyes. The anger, the fear, the need for revenge against us. It was almost a release that she was gone. That she could never hurt us. It's probably greed that makes me say this, but justice will never be served for the Andersons. It all died with her.

Nash knocks on my door and enters before I can call him in. He plops down on my bed and looks at me.

"Dad just got the call. Aurora Brielle Anderson died this morning at seven forty-five from her injuries."

" So she's really gone. We are Gravin?" I ask as Lucian pushes my door open.

"Aren't you concerned at how late they posted this though?" Lucian asks, he is naturally more suspicious of everything.

"Maybe they had to notify someone." Nash offers up.

I nod, "we will attend her funeral just like we did theirs. I want this over with. We just took three lives."