Post by thepanda on Jul 28, 2018 23:58:23 GMT -5
(Author’s note: For a better understanding behind this RP, please glance at the following to aid yourselves, if you care to do so. I’m not your supervisor.
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She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to anyways. Brittany Cummins stood in the doorway of the funeral home, eyes still red from the tears that fell over the past 16 hours. No sleep. No food. Just crying. Brittany didn’t want to sit down across from the funeral director. That would accept the situation as real, not her grandpa playing some sort of sick joke on her. She glances at her phone and lets out an noise of annoyance. Too many people tagging her on Twitter she didn’t have the time or desire to deal with right now. She didn’t want to deal with anything. The only thing on her mind was to see her grandpa pop back to life and give her a hug.
The man who kept her safe for the years she was around her religious grandmother. The man who taught her right from wrong, the man who taught her to ride a bike, tie her shoes, shot hoops with her in the gym to improve her basketball game…
Gone.
The funeral director, an older man with grey hair and a black suit, was patient with her. There was no one else to handle this. No aunts, uncles or anyone else. Just her. She didn’t sit, not yet, no there was too much to remember. Too many times he kept her from killing herself. The day he found her in the bathroom with a bottle of pills and a note saying she couldn’t take it anymore, that life with her grandma was too much, too much to bear..
Her saviour was gone.
Moments, minutes went by as she kept herself in the doorway, unable to move, unable to take a seat in the chair. Slowly, she took a step closer until she sat across from the funeral director. The director, whose name plate read Louis Judd. He doesn’t speak at first, instead take a long look at the distraught 20 year old. Brittany didn’t want to be here, anywhere but there, even back in the house with her grandma yelling at her for having unpure thoughts of boys and girls.
More tears began to fall as Judd slid the papers across his desk for her to look at. The cost of this, of that, the obit and everything else that came along. As far as Brittany knew, her grandpa had a will but had no idea what was in it as far as his instructions for this. He was only 61.
Louis Judd: First of all, I’m deeply sorry for your loss, Miss Cummins. Ronald always spoke of you with a passion in his voice. It’s like you replaced Aubrey for him in a manner of speaking. He made damn sure that Syracuse knew who Brittany Cummins, or I guess Kane as you call yourself now, was. Damn proud of you.
Hearing that only made the tears fall faster as she did her best not to break down. Not like she did when the phone rang, or on the plane or the four minutes before she was able to get the hospital before her grandpa had his final breath.
Louis Judd: I know that you don’t want to be here. Your grandfather had specific instructions made out in his will to be carried out should he pass along. He planned everything because he knew… he knew that you…
Mr. Judd clears his throat and offers Brittany a box of tissues. She takes one and gently dabs at her eyes as Louis continues on.
Louis Judd: Your grandpa was a smart man, you know, I think that’s where your mother got it from. I know you probably don’t remember her funeral, quite a few people came out for it, she was loved, just like your grandpa was.
He forces a smile to ease Brittany’s pain. She keeps trying to smile back but it doesn’t form. How could it form today?
Louis Judd: I know it seems like life has piled it on to you, Brittany. Your mom passed, your dad passed, both grandparents now, though with Beatrice that was more of a blessing to the rest of us…
Louis tries to get out another chuckle know of mostly everyone’s dislike of Brittany’s grandmother. Brittany sat there listening to him go on without moving a muscle again.
Louis Judd: Your grandfather hid quite a bit from both you and Bea, actually. Not a secret family but something that you may enjoy. Would you like to hear it?
She nods her head without her expression changing a bit.
Louis Judd: He made a secret fortune playing the stock market behind your grandmother’s back. It’s how he kept sending you checks while you were in wrestling school in Boston. Your grandmother always thought it was for an actual college, not wrestling school, so she never raised too much of a fuss about it. He wanted you to succeed. When your grandma turned up missing and then found, no one really raised too much of a stink over it. Just accidental, I guess… but everything he owned, Brittany, including the money, is yours.
There is no elation. No joy. Just more tears.
Louis Judd: Brittany April, I want you to know that this is going to be life changing. In terms of assets and money, you will stand to walk away with over, well…
He shows her the figure on a piece of paper. She glares at it and sighs, starting to cry again. Not of joy, but the sadness.
Louis Judd: I know it doesn’t bring him back but he’s left you a wonderful gift. A wonderful gift that you can use to help yourselves, help others or let it continue to sit for years as a nest egg. He loved you, more than you’ll ever know. While your grandmother viewed you as a curse on her life, he saw you as a gift that had the most beautiful smile. Hell, when we used to go and play cards on Saturday night, all he could do was complain about your grandmother keeping you away from the world, or bragging about the last game you scored 30 points in. He wanted what was best for you, kid, and he’s made damn sure you got it.
She only gave a nod of her head, knowing how much she meant to her grandpa. Louis reaches for another few pieces of paper and slides them across the desk.
Louis Judd: In addition to his will, he wrote you a letter to be given to you upon his death. You can read it now, you can read it later, and I can leave the room if you’d like. We all loved Ronald, and we’re sure gonna miss him.
Brittany reaches for the paper, Louis standing up to exit the office to give her the privacy. She exhales slowly trying not to lose control of her emotions. Tear stained paper doesn’t read as well.
She sat there in a silence. No tears, no emotion, almost in a trace. Brittany put the letter in her pocket and stood up. It took a few moments but she was able to walk again. She smiles a little but quickly goes away. So… so many questions were answered but so many new ones…
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She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want to anyways. Brittany Cummins stood in the doorway of the funeral home, eyes still red from the tears that fell over the past 16 hours. No sleep. No food. Just crying. Brittany didn’t want to sit down across from the funeral director. That would accept the situation as real, not her grandpa playing some sort of sick joke on her. She glances at her phone and lets out an noise of annoyance. Too many people tagging her on Twitter she didn’t have the time or desire to deal with right now. She didn’t want to deal with anything. The only thing on her mind was to see her grandpa pop back to life and give her a hug.
The man who kept her safe for the years she was around her religious grandmother. The man who taught her right from wrong, the man who taught her to ride a bike, tie her shoes, shot hoops with her in the gym to improve her basketball game…
Gone.
The funeral director, an older man with grey hair and a black suit, was patient with her. There was no one else to handle this. No aunts, uncles or anyone else. Just her. She didn’t sit, not yet, no there was too much to remember. Too many times he kept her from killing herself. The day he found her in the bathroom with a bottle of pills and a note saying she couldn’t take it anymore, that life with her grandma was too much, too much to bear..
Her saviour was gone.
Moments, minutes went by as she kept herself in the doorway, unable to move, unable to take a seat in the chair. Slowly, she took a step closer until she sat across from the funeral director. The director, whose name plate read Louis Judd. He doesn’t speak at first, instead take a long look at the distraught 20 year old. Brittany didn’t want to be here, anywhere but there, even back in the house with her grandma yelling at her for having unpure thoughts of boys and girls.
More tears began to fall as Judd slid the papers across his desk for her to look at. The cost of this, of that, the obit and everything else that came along. As far as Brittany knew, her grandpa had a will but had no idea what was in it as far as his instructions for this. He was only 61.
Louis Judd: First of all, I’m deeply sorry for your loss, Miss Cummins. Ronald always spoke of you with a passion in his voice. It’s like you replaced Aubrey for him in a manner of speaking. He made damn sure that Syracuse knew who Brittany Cummins, or I guess Kane as you call yourself now, was. Damn proud of you.
Hearing that only made the tears fall faster as she did her best not to break down. Not like she did when the phone rang, or on the plane or the four minutes before she was able to get the hospital before her grandpa had his final breath.
Louis Judd: I know that you don’t want to be here. Your grandfather had specific instructions made out in his will to be carried out should he pass along. He planned everything because he knew… he knew that you…
Mr. Judd clears his throat and offers Brittany a box of tissues. She takes one and gently dabs at her eyes as Louis continues on.
Louis Judd: Your grandpa was a smart man, you know, I think that’s where your mother got it from. I know you probably don’t remember her funeral, quite a few people came out for it, she was loved, just like your grandpa was.
He forces a smile to ease Brittany’s pain. She keeps trying to smile back but it doesn’t form. How could it form today?
Louis Judd: I know it seems like life has piled it on to you, Brittany. Your mom passed, your dad passed, both grandparents now, though with Beatrice that was more of a blessing to the rest of us…
Louis tries to get out another chuckle know of mostly everyone’s dislike of Brittany’s grandmother. Brittany sat there listening to him go on without moving a muscle again.
Louis Judd: Your grandfather hid quite a bit from both you and Bea, actually. Not a secret family but something that you may enjoy. Would you like to hear it?
She nods her head without her expression changing a bit.
Louis Judd: He made a secret fortune playing the stock market behind your grandmother’s back. It’s how he kept sending you checks while you were in wrestling school in Boston. Your grandmother always thought it was for an actual college, not wrestling school, so she never raised too much of a fuss about it. He wanted you to succeed. When your grandma turned up missing and then found, no one really raised too much of a stink over it. Just accidental, I guess… but everything he owned, Brittany, including the money, is yours.
There is no elation. No joy. Just more tears.
Louis Judd: Brittany April, I want you to know that this is going to be life changing. In terms of assets and money, you will stand to walk away with over, well…
He shows her the figure on a piece of paper. She glares at it and sighs, starting to cry again. Not of joy, but the sadness.
Louis Judd: I know it doesn’t bring him back but he’s left you a wonderful gift. A wonderful gift that you can use to help yourselves, help others or let it continue to sit for years as a nest egg. He loved you, more than you’ll ever know. While your grandmother viewed you as a curse on her life, he saw you as a gift that had the most beautiful smile. Hell, when we used to go and play cards on Saturday night, all he could do was complain about your grandmother keeping you away from the world, or bragging about the last game you scored 30 points in. He wanted what was best for you, kid, and he’s made damn sure you got it.
She only gave a nod of her head, knowing how much she meant to her grandpa. Louis reaches for another few pieces of paper and slides them across the desk.
Louis Judd: In addition to his will, he wrote you a letter to be given to you upon his death. You can read it now, you can read it later, and I can leave the room if you’d like. We all loved Ronald, and we’re sure gonna miss him.
Brittany reaches for the paper, Louis standing up to exit the office to give her the privacy. She exhales slowly trying not to lose control of her emotions. Tear stained paper doesn’t read as well.
”Dear Britty,
You see how I wrote Britty? I heard you like to be called that now. I like it. Gives you a more fun and kid friendly feeling for your wrestling career. The guys get the biggest kick out of you in that panda suit. I make damn sure to watch every single one of your shows as much as I can. I usually invite the whole neighborhood over and we just enjoy it, even when you don’t win.
I remember your first match and how proud I was to watch it. Your grandmother threw a fit over it. How could her granddaughter do something like that. I told her to shut the hell up and enjoy it. You worked so hard for so long and you got to live your dream. I’m glad you’re doing what you wanted to do ever since you told me your plan a few years back.
So, I bet you’re wondering why I’m writing this letter. Why I didn’t just call you and why I had them hang onto this. I am going to reveal quite a lot to you. Most of it will make sense to you, I think. The first is that I was able to help fund you by hiding a small fortune away from your grandmother. It’s how I was able to pay for your wrestling school and apartment in Boston. I knew that one day you’d be a success and I was right.
This one may be a little more surprising to you. Aubrey was… she was not your grandmother’s daughter. I wanted to tell you this for so long, but your grandmother, she was not your blood. Aubrey was born to another girl I was going out with at the time, and oddly enough like your half brother, I was in a situation where I had to choose. When your mom was born, her mother told me to just take her and raise her because she was upset with me. I wish I had stayed with her, I think things would’ve been different for you and for your mother.
That’s why your grandmother didn’t want you, kiddo. Beatrice was unable to have kids of her own and took to Aubrey. She took to her until Aubrey told us she was pregnant with you. Then the Jesus came in and took over her life and ruined ours. I tried to divorce her to save us, but she never signed the papers.
Goddammit kiddo, it was my fault you were hidden from the world. It was my fault that my daughter killed herself, your mom left us too early, and you are so like her with how you are to your friends and family. She was loved just like how you’re loved. Aubrey was the light of the world, just like you, Brittany.
The funniest thing is that Bea wanted to love you but couldn’t after Aubrey’s death. She lost her only connection to having a child of her own and didn’t want to start over. I know she told you all the time she wanted you to be aborted but it was all from hate of not having Aubrey anymore. Bea loved you until your mother passed on from us, kiddo. I know it’s hard to believe, but she did.
All of her hate was born from Aubrey’s death, Brittany. Every single ounce of it. The stuff she said about you, your dad, your mom, it was her own weird way of coping.
The third thing? Your father… he did care. Beatrice hid everything from you. The presents, the letters, the money he sent after Aubrey died. I know what he told you in that Ihop but there’s more to it than that. He stopped by to see us while you were in school that day. He… wanted to take you. I began to pack your bags but Beatrice stopped him. She didn’t want her last link to Aubrey taken away.
Funny how family works when she wasn’t even her daughter by blood. Like how you think that Ella girl is your sister. You’d be a wreck and do weird things if something happened to her. Hell, you’re probably a wreck right now.
But your dad was going to take you to live with him just like you’d always wanted him to, kiddo. Bea just couldn’t take it and he understood. It broke his heart, but he understood. That’s why he was cold to you that night. It broke him, and he wanted to do it years before but was afraid of what you’d think of him. It was an unfortunate situation, kiddo, and I just couldn’t bring myself to do anything about it. I was scared of losing you too.
I was selfish and hid you too. I was no better than Beatrice was. I know you speak of me like I was a hero, but I was just as big of a bastard. By now I’m sure Louie told you all about what you have coming to you and it’s my way of making it up. I know it doesn’t ease the pain of losing the people who cared about you, but you have new people to care about you now. You have your friends, the people you work with and people you haven’t even met yet.
I have so many regrets about everything but you rose above every single thing wrong in someone’s life and you are… you’re amazing. You are the strongest person I’ve ever known, Brittany. Even though I’m gone, I’ll be with you and watching.
Love,
Ronald August Cummins.
You see how I wrote Britty? I heard you like to be called that now. I like it. Gives you a more fun and kid friendly feeling for your wrestling career. The guys get the biggest kick out of you in that panda suit. I make damn sure to watch every single one of your shows as much as I can. I usually invite the whole neighborhood over and we just enjoy it, even when you don’t win.
I remember your first match and how proud I was to watch it. Your grandmother threw a fit over it. How could her granddaughter do something like that. I told her to shut the hell up and enjoy it. You worked so hard for so long and you got to live your dream. I’m glad you’re doing what you wanted to do ever since you told me your plan a few years back.
So, I bet you’re wondering why I’m writing this letter. Why I didn’t just call you and why I had them hang onto this. I am going to reveal quite a lot to you. Most of it will make sense to you, I think. The first is that I was able to help fund you by hiding a small fortune away from your grandmother. It’s how I was able to pay for your wrestling school and apartment in Boston. I knew that one day you’d be a success and I was right.
This one may be a little more surprising to you. Aubrey was… she was not your grandmother’s daughter. I wanted to tell you this for so long, but your grandmother, she was not your blood. Aubrey was born to another girl I was going out with at the time, and oddly enough like your half brother, I was in a situation where I had to choose. When your mom was born, her mother told me to just take her and raise her because she was upset with me. I wish I had stayed with her, I think things would’ve been different for you and for your mother.
That’s why your grandmother didn’t want you, kiddo. Beatrice was unable to have kids of her own and took to Aubrey. She took to her until Aubrey told us she was pregnant with you. Then the Jesus came in and took over her life and ruined ours. I tried to divorce her to save us, but she never signed the papers.
Goddammit kiddo, it was my fault you were hidden from the world. It was my fault that my daughter killed herself, your mom left us too early, and you are so like her with how you are to your friends and family. She was loved just like how you’re loved. Aubrey was the light of the world, just like you, Brittany.
The funniest thing is that Bea wanted to love you but couldn’t after Aubrey’s death. She lost her only connection to having a child of her own and didn’t want to start over. I know she told you all the time she wanted you to be aborted but it was all from hate of not having Aubrey anymore. Bea loved you until your mother passed on from us, kiddo. I know it’s hard to believe, but she did.
All of her hate was born from Aubrey’s death, Brittany. Every single ounce of it. The stuff she said about you, your dad, your mom, it was her own weird way of coping.
The third thing? Your father… he did care. Beatrice hid everything from you. The presents, the letters, the money he sent after Aubrey died. I know what he told you in that Ihop but there’s more to it than that. He stopped by to see us while you were in school that day. He… wanted to take you. I began to pack your bags but Beatrice stopped him. She didn’t want her last link to Aubrey taken away.
Funny how family works when she wasn’t even her daughter by blood. Like how you think that Ella girl is your sister. You’d be a wreck and do weird things if something happened to her. Hell, you’re probably a wreck right now.
But your dad was going to take you to live with him just like you’d always wanted him to, kiddo. Bea just couldn’t take it and he understood. It broke his heart, but he understood. That’s why he was cold to you that night. It broke him, and he wanted to do it years before but was afraid of what you’d think of him. It was an unfortunate situation, kiddo, and I just couldn’t bring myself to do anything about it. I was scared of losing you too.
I was selfish and hid you too. I was no better than Beatrice was. I know you speak of me like I was a hero, but I was just as big of a bastard. By now I’m sure Louie told you all about what you have coming to you and it’s my way of making it up. I know it doesn’t ease the pain of losing the people who cared about you, but you have new people to care about you now. You have your friends, the people you work with and people you haven’t even met yet.
I have so many regrets about everything but you rose above every single thing wrong in someone’s life and you are… you’re amazing. You are the strongest person I’ve ever known, Brittany. Even though I’m gone, I’ll be with you and watching.
Love,
Ronald August Cummins.
She sat there in a silence. No tears, no emotion, almost in a trace. Brittany put the letter in her pocket and stood up. It took a few moments but she was able to walk again. She smiles a little but quickly goes away. So… so many questions were answered but so many new ones…
