Redemption through Vengeance

Part One - Vengeance

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She wore black. Her fashion wasn't so much a statement so much as a requirement. For a funeral especially one as high brow as this, one wore black. Her light brown tresses were pulled up and styled nicely into a simple bun, a few strands left out to caress her cheeks as she moved down the isle to the casket at the front of the church. Her lips which were generally formed into a smirk were formed into the saddest of frowns tonight. She paused in front of the casket and peered inside, only to feel the age old stinging of tears behind blue eyes that were once so warm and loving but now were cold and haunted. Her fingers, long for her small hands, reached out shakily to brush against the cold (and made-up) face of her lover. A breeze ran through the small but fitting chapel and whipped around her, and in it she could feel his touch. His touch, like hers, said "I love you" in the simplest of ways.

"I love you to." She whispered as she leaned over the side and pressed her warm lips against his cold ones. She lingered there for a moment, perhaps a moment longer, and then stepped down from the casket, from his body which had been made to look as if it were whole and truly there. She paused a step away and turned to glance back at the casket, as if to make sure that this wasn't some horrific nightmare and once she was certain that the present here before her was as real as it could ever be, she faced forward and didn't look back again.

"We were kids when we met," she said later when she stood in the pulpit where normally the good Father preached from, "we were shy and awkward, but we shared a kindred spirit. Our souls saw each other and recognized something that we ourselves hadn't or couldn't, be able to see yet." Her eyes focused on his parents, crying in the front row. Her heart, broken as it was into pieces that would never be able to fit in together again, went out to them. "Jake had a gift though, god could he throw a football" Her head shook slight, and the laughter that choked it's way out of her throat caused more tears to spill over her porcelain cheeks. She couldn't stop the flood of memories as she spoke, spoke about Jake, about their love, about a life cut so short

The only thing she didn't say was that it was her fault he was dead. The only thing she didn't share, was that his last moments, his last push of will, was to protect her.

Hailey Evans was the reason Jacob Sinclair laid in a casket and would never get out of it. But Hailey would never tell any of them that. To those in the rows of the church, Jake died in an accident, a horrible, terrible accident. His parents knew the truth, as did a few aunts and uncles, a cousin or three, but the majority of those that were here, no one knew the truth about the Sinclair family, or that Evan's girl.

"Jacob was my shining light in the dark world we live in. I know he was more than just that for me, he was that for a lot of you as well. And now that he's gone we all feel a hole within ourselves, a giant gaping hole that feels as if it will never be filledbut he's still with us, even if he's not with us the way he was. He lives on within our hearts and souls, our memories. Let us not forget all that Jacob Sinclair could have been."

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