It all started on a Friday Night. 13 suspects, 1 dead body and a lot of blood.
Two complete strangers meet up to solve the mysterious shocking murder of their common friend and well-known footballer Colber Foster.
Meet Evren Maddox - the ravishing...
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INNOCENT
BRENDAN's POV
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The next Sunday (2 days later after the incident)
I'VE BEEN inside my house for the entire day. I decided early on to turn off my phone notifications, close the windows, and lay on my bed.
I don't think I have eaten. It's dark in here, just like it is outside - the sun is down, freeze and cold, the September is finally showing off its true colors.
I know I shouldn't be doing this, ignore everyone and everything, isolate myself like I always do when something goes awfully wrong, but, fuck, the whole world just shattered into million pieces in front of my face and I'm not ready to deal with it all.
I thought I could, you know, just for a damn second, ignore that something as horrible as this would happen. At first, I couldn't even believe it when my eyes catch Colber bleeding like crazy.
But they, they wouldn't let me rest, they wouldn't let me forget it, my mind kept racing whenever the investigators asked me those questions. They were torturing me. I tried my best to answer with conviction and confidence, the truth is, that was only my way to defend myself from the cops.
In reality, I don't think I convinced anyone, not even myself, because standing here, alone, inside these four naked walls, the only thing I can remember is his fucking opened empty eyes looking back at me. I still ask myself, of all people, man, why him, why Colber?
Nevertheless, the worst part besides feeling shitty, is that I consciously believe I deserve it, what else it would be if not for the universe to punish me once again?
The thing is, I'm alone on this one, I mean, yeah sure, I never had someone who stood up for me, I always believed If I showed off my hard work, great things would come, my sacrifice will be paid off.
In a way, I stood up for myself, but man, at least I had a friendly hand who hold me every fucking time, who didn't judge me from my past actions, who offered his help whenever he was around, who laugh at me when I started saying a bunch of bullshit nonsense.
