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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EVREN's POV
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"JUST FOLLOW ME." Brendan said, retrieving his hand from my arm as if he had just touched a burning pan.
I am in awe, recollecting my thoughts, my eyes focused on his rather- strange, contradictory moves, although I make an effort to understand where he's coming from.
It wasn't my attention, either way, sure if someone had called me out the same way I did towards Brendan, I'd probably instinctively react just as defensive. He's right, we definitely should keep our mistakes to ourselves.
I let out an unexpected sigh, remembering the tint that had formed circles on the paper I am not holding anymore. Sentenced for community service because of negligent behavior- what would his previous friends have thought of him? Beyond that, even if he is innocent on that matter, how much guilt had he experienced, how much hate had he felt burning inside him, all this time?
...I really don't know him at all, or his life's history, but at least I, being one defiant, sinner and flawed individual myself, should've shown a bit of understatement. And honestly, I understood him. Maybe I just lack empathy when I talk, yet then again, I would always end up fighting with him.
You know, there's signs- sometimes I hear what people say about his problematic behavior or the fact that he likes to collect enemies, or even the way he contracts his own jaw muscles, right after he flips out over simple, normal people's daily issues- and there's moments when he just looks exhausted, overloaded with thoughts he can't bare to deal with, but won't open his mouth no matter what, no matter how disturbed it makes him feel.
