The Paul sister x KSI [Finished]

Final Part.

"All doors and windows double locked."

"Why."

"Security."

"That much security whilst you were on 'holiday' in a beach-house on the coast of Greece?"

She sounded stupid and she knew it. But she hadn't done it. It had been done to her. She didn't deserve the punishment- her brothers did. They had been the ones who did it. They'd just done it through her...

"Yes."

They were both under the influence of so many drugs. So many in such little time. Addison thought she might be able to block her addictions for good- put an end to the havoc- and she did! Those years with the Sidemen, and living with her brothers- she thought she was reverted. And then the backdoor was opened, and heroin, cocaine and weed had flooded through- polluting her life and destroying her reputation. 
And then JJ fell down the same path, straight after her.
It hurt to see it.

He didn't deserve it.

"Addison."

She didn't respond, instead waiting for him to speak.

"Did you kill him."

"I just carried out another's commands."

"Whose."

"I can't say."

Jake Paul and Logan Paul must be living their lives right now. 
Having gotten someone else to kill the man that had publicly ridiculed them, broken one's nose and the other's jaw, cheated on their sister more than once, and exposed them for scamming and had them arrested- they must have been doing well.

"If I name other suspects can you tell me if they were involved."

A silence was dictated through the room.

"Simon Minter."

"No."

She couldn't throw anyone under the bus right now-

"Talia Mar."

"No."

-Especially not JJ's long time friends. They were too dear to him. Even throwing-

"Nia Pickering"

"No."

-long time enemies under the bus, wasn't something she could muster the level of resentment, to do. These people had-

"Tobi Brown."

"No."

-Helped her through her darkest of times and pulled her through to the end of everything, being the most-

"Harry Lewis."

"No."

-exciting, -

"Ethan Payne."

"No."

-Funniest, -

"Vikram Barn."

"No."

-intelligent, -

"Josh Bradley."

-and calming people she'd know- and she wouldn't ask for anything else, just so long as to keep those memories with them. They had been the group that had almost been enough to keep her a good citizen. Almost been the ones who had kept her from-

"Logan Paul."
A hesitation.
"...No."

-The misfortune and corruption within the world, and saved her from-

"Jake Paul."
"No." A voice crack evident.

-committing to things which she which were irreversible and scarring for her eternity. But if only they had been there to save her from those who made her into what she had become. 

But it wasn't their responsibility. It never had been.

They'd done it out of the kindness of their own, pure and loving hearts.

And now, Addison had been the one to murder JJ, from the own evil of her heart... And yet also compassion towards her family. She was a villainous hero. So long as she was a hero towards Logan and Jake, despite their feuds through the course of the whole murder journey, maybe she wasn't so bad, after all.

"Addison, we've proven you to be guilty on numerous occasions despite your refusal of ownership for the murder of Mr Olatunji. It has been decided by the judges, those involved, and the public what your consequences will be."

Still, the silence dictated her speech.

Then a sigh. A sigh so heavy it almost felt like more pressure had been put on others' shoulders. Like the atmosphere had been filled with an awkward, clumsy gas which was slowly wrapping around their wind pipes and crushing them- controlling their oxygen intake and causing their heads to spin.

Then her smile. The head-spinning white light of the room reflecting off of those pearly white teeth. Such pretty features on such a corrupt girl.  She had been wasted.  Wasted to the world. she was a misused, mistreated and misled gift for the world. If only she had a different family life. Maybe that would be better. Or maybe different friends. Maybe even different Universes. Hell, Addison could think about how the world had corrupted her for an eternity- but that still couldn't change the fact she was a sickening murderer, now.

And next followed by a laugh. A laugh, as she threw her head back and let out the screams of laughter, that felt as though it pierced everyone's ear drums. Shrill, and sharp like Winter. It made people want to clap their hands over their ears and squeeze their eyes shut- pretend it isn't there, ignore it, let it slowly fade out into nothing but something to the back of their mind. Maybe then they'd realise just the feeling of the murderer in the chair.

This seemed to be the strangest show of emotions Addison could have presented to everyone.

But it wasn't.

As it was only when her head fell back down to eye-level, when her face was visible, that the tears pouring out of Addison's bloodshot, dark eyes were visible. She looked insane. She felt insane. Perhaps she was insane- but nobody knew, and nobody cared.

For it was only a moment or so after, when Addison allowed her hands to be encased with the two matching, silver cuffs, almost reminding her of wedding rings. Oh how they looked just like wedding rings. 

And they felt like them.

Her little handcuffs~

The perfect symbolism of just how intimate and close JJ and her relationship had always been.

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Well, there's your final chapter- and curveball, she killed JJ. 

That's that... ALTHOUGH I WILL SOON BE UPLOADING AN ALTERNATE ENDING TO MY SIDEMEN ONESHOTS BOOK SO GO SEE THAT

Welp, hopefully you enjoyed this, too... (LEAVE SOME REPLIES OF WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THE ENDING BC I WEIRDLY LIKE IT :DD I FEEL LIKE IT SHOWS THE IMPROVEMENT AND DIFFERENCE IN WRITING BETWEEN MY FIRST WRITING STYLE, AND NOW MY CURRENT)

Anyways, I... guess that's the end.

A genuine end to this book. Wow, does that feel weird... 

I think I might make a new book for the jokes, but I doubt it. But in case I do... FOLLOW!!

And I will be posting a final heartfelt message in a later chapter, some day in the near future.

So to those who have been here since day one of the start of this book (@eliknudelman @StylishStylesX) and to those who have given crazy support (reply to this chapter to show your support), genuinely- thank you. Being able to write in year 7 and have so many people see, and leave votes and sweet comments, was such a strangely validating experience that I'm so happy I got- even though it made me too cocky and a bitch in classes... 

But thank you.

And I appreciate you guys. A weird amount.

Lots of love and weird nostalgia,
      Grac <3