HUSH

03☽

Trinity's POV

I wanted to say something- anything, but my mouth was cracked and numb. Another bullet pierced through my heart, merely scraping the other unhealed whole it held.

A small cry vibrated over my lips, bouncing off the walls around us. How could she be dead? We had visited her just the day before and the doctor had told us that she was going to make it.

"We knew this was coming." I scoffed, more to myself than anyone else. "Why didn't I see this coming?"

As I spoke I turned to Craw, who was sitting with his hands in his hair, resting his elbows on his knees. He felt it as hard as I did. The two of us had always been so close to gram; she was the one we turned to after mum died. She looked after us well, better than our dad would ever have. He didn't understand us, and he never would.

"Fucking cancer!" I shrieked, throwing my hand around until it came into contact with a nearby lamp resting atop of a small end table. It flew across the room, smashing into the wall by the stairs, sprinkling shards of sharp glass onto the carpet below.

Anger fumed inside me like raging bull, striking at anything red. Next I threw myself into my shelves, knocking over each trophy I had ever won. They didn't matter, not when two people that had led my through life were dead.

"Trin, stop it." Craw grabbed me from behind, holding my arms back. No matter how hard I tried, kicking and screaming and flailing about, Craw was stronger.

"Honey, please stop." My father told me, but he just stood by.

"Shut up!" I squealed, somehow managing to turn and face him. Our eyes met through cloudy tears. I felt like someone had repeatedly punched me in the stomach, tearing through my flesh and squeezing every organ in my body. But my heart was left, shriveling up over time to squash out the rest of my emotions. "Just get out!"

For a moment he lingered and my body grew still. I was waiting for him to leave, and he knew that. He took a moment, but soon enough he obliged, spinning and walking back up the stairs.

I didn't move until I heard the door at the top of the stairs slam shut.

"Fuck him." I spat, breaking away from Craw's grasp to strut over to my bed and engulf myself with its blankets.

"Trin, it's not his fault he's a douchebag." I could feel him sitting next to me through the sheets. "Come on, now. You don't wanna get all antsy for your party tonight, do you?"

"Aw, bloody hell." I had forgotten about my party. Douchebag had to work late, so Craw had planned this big house party for me. It was a sweet gesture, but I really wasn't up for it. "Can I cancel? I'd rather stay here."

"No way, nuh-uh. You are not cancelling this party grumpy pants. And if you try to I'll eat all your doughnuts."

"But if you do that you'll just get fat. Coach will never let you back on the team." I told him, poking my head out of the sheets just enough to see him. Craw had been kicked off the swim team for streaking at a recent party, he was banned for a month. Coach knew he couldn't ban Craw for long, he was the star swimmer. My brother never did back away from a dare.

"Course he will." Craw sniggered. "You're having that party tonight, it's just your choice whether or not you embrace it. Come on, you're nineteen, Trin! I was drunk off my ass by this time on my birthday."

"I can't drink, you know that." I told him; at the time I was two time winner of the British Tennis championship over fifteens and I had won numerous gold medals in gymnastics, and I wasn't willing to lose them over alcohol and drugs. Sure, sometimes I missed out at parties, but at least I got the joy of taking my drunk friends home.

"Live a little! You're such a loser sometimes." Craw chuckled, nudging me in the arm a little harder than I had expected. I grunted slightly at his force, but he just laughed at me.

He was trying to make me feel better about gram, but it wasn't working well. I could see the sadness in his eyes, despite his wall of happiness. Craw was always good at that; hiding his emotions, and it was something I really was jealous of.

"I'm gonna pop out." Craw said after a minute or two, breaking the silence of grief between us. He stood up, flicking me softly on the forehead as he did. "And while I buy up every food I see, you can get changed, crackpot."

Before Craw left, he hovered just for a moment, and until he turned to walk away I hadn't noticed the last doughnut in his hands.

"Hey, asscrack bring that back!" I shouted at him, but all he did was turn and smile before sashaying up the stairs calling back that he would see me later, and that I better be ready to party.

It was around twelve thirty by the time Craw had left; my birthday was the only day I could actually have a lie in on a Saturday. Usually I had tennis, but my team had forced me to take the day off for my birthday. It was something we all did, and pretty hard to resist.

I spent my time getting ready, mainly because in every direction I looked there was a photo of me and mum or me and gram, and each time I saw one it broke my heart. To know that gram was really gone... it just wasn't right. But I knew that it would fully hit me when I saw her letter.

When she had been in hospital, my gram had told me that she had something to give me once she passed away, and I always told her that I'd never see it because she wasn't going to die. But now that she... now that was the only thing of hers that I'd be able to cling onto.

She did not have many personal items; most of them had been lost in the fire before Christmas. After that she moved into a care home across the street from us, even though Craw and I had begged dad to let her live with us.

By the time Craw got back dad had gone to work and I was halfway through pulling a two in one black and gold dress over my head. The golden sequin skirt fell halfway down my thighs, fitting nice and tight. The top of the dress puffed out slightly, tightening around my waist by a small strap of black material. Along with that, I wore a pair of plain black pumps and a golden infinity necklace which fell just to the top of my chest. I tucked my wavy brown hair up into a loose bun, leaving strands of my hair handing down.

It was at six thirty two that the doorbell rang for the first time, and I was the one to answer. A group of my friends were stood outside our house, each carrying either a present or a bottle of alcohol in their hands. In chime, they shouted "Happy birthday", all fumbling through the door one at a time.

The first to speak was Clara, a short girl with a short blonde bob of hair which was layered to be longer in the front and shorter in the back. She held up two bottles of vodka, and screamed at the top of her lungs. "Let's get wasted!"

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AN: So yeah, that's Craw. Delicious isn't he? Haha! When I was looking for a perfect cast for the older brother of the twins' I was really excited about him. Needless to say, even @Welc0meT0MyW0rld

and I have a crush on this actor! right Trin? ツ

"Lucky Blue Smith as Crawford Frost Adair" guys! ❤