Some asked how Devin and Taylor were ahead of Brennan dn the others? So they drove for the same amount of time, but Devin's in a car, without following anyone. Brennan and the others are in a bus, but he's trailing Antone. Then there are more families in trailers behind them. Brennan stopped, and so think of the timeline as: while Javier was kicking Brennan's butt, Devin and Taylor were still driving. Hopefully this helps make sense...
Chapter 52 – Like Glass (Devin Rosario POV) Pt.3
I speed away, going for ten minutes at over sixty, the darkness overwhelming and only deepening the fear that was building inside me.
Pulling off to the side of the road, I place the car in park and just sob, as everything I thought I knew was ripped from underneath me.
How on earth could Taylor kill Silas? How?
They said that it was a fault plane. Instantly I'm back to when I learned that Silas had passed away. Taylor had spent the night at the Conrad's, with Samson watching movies. I was there with Brennan, in his room with Talia and Javier watching something that wasn't about hobbits.
I go back further.
"Apparently Silas and his friend went to go fly our plane for a while," Brennan told me, causing me to snicker at Silas, "He would do something like that," I chuckled.
Making plans, we decided on what time he would pick Taylor and I up from the school.
"What were you laughing at earlier?" She asked me nonchalantly. I look back now, and shake my head as the sobs get louder, and my chest constricts, "Oh, Brennan was just telling me about Silas taking the plane out-"
She chuckled. I could remember that so clearly. "Yeah, I heard him planning earlier..." I hadn't read anything into it then. We all spent time together, if she heard Silas making plans, there was nothing too suspicious about that. "Why – why would w-would-" I barely choke out, hanging my head.
"Well Samson just-"
"Samson isn't going along with it, I mean he's not going with them? Right?" oh. Oh. Oh. My. God. I gasp, my lungs working improperly.
I thought back then... we were just fifteen. I thought it was about her crush on Samson, the way her eyes widened, the fear... I just – I just.
"Oh God, no. No."
"Tay where are you? Brennan's here-"
"Oh, I just got another ride to the Conrads, I'm hanging with Samson so he isn't tempted to run off and go with Silas," she had chuckled.
Heart racing. My breathing getting shallower by the second, my head feels as though I'm being forced underwater.
"I – I don't un-understand," I croak, slapping my hand over my mouth to rein my emotions in, stop myself from passing out completely.
It is overly frightening but as I try to calm, my thoughts bounce angrily, demanding I pay attention though it's hard to focus on just one thing.
Did Taylor have something to do with the fire in the dorms? Ansel said that someone tampered with their plane, when Silas was flying Taylor was at the Conrads. She wasn't even onsite to cause the crash. Could she have somehow rigged the dorm room?
Why kill Silas? Stomach churning, the most horrid and paralyzing thought is that she wanted Silas out of the way. Samson was independent but in a way he and Silas were this duo. Taylor could never get a chance to get Samson alone. Samson would always include Silas.
Did – was this a plot to get Samson? Take Silas out of the picture and before to him what Silas was. Why else would she do such a thing?
Thoughts run further away from me until I hit a snag and my mind seems to double back.
Could Taylor have been responsible for the fire at the dorms? The answer hits me, and takes my breath away. We were supposed to room with the Conrad's, but since Faith got our room... "Oh god," I cry pitifully.
Wrecked each time I think the sobs have been suppressed, they burst out of me, causing my whole body to ache. Unaware, I gulp down some air, pulling it deep inside me.
I place one hand against my chest, just holding it there, when I finally acknowledge the angry buzzing of my phone. Stretching my hand out shakily, I know it can be just two people dad or Taylor and in a stark difference I now want to talk to my father.
The fear seizes me; I close my eyes, even afraid to just read the name on the screen. Hand shaking, I lift it up to move the hair from my eyes, before forcing myself to open my eyes. When dad's face is what I see, I sag in my seat, swiping to the right, before lifting the phone to my ear. Cries still uncontrollable.
"Devin? Sweetheart? What's wrong?" I open my mouth and find that nothing came out. And hearing my fathers' voice, the panic only sets off more cries and confusion.
"What's wrong Javi? Is something wrong with the girls?" my mother asks somewhere near dad.
"Devin, tell me what is wrong? Please?"
"Si- Si- Silas," I bawl out, "she – he – she said – I – drove away – can't – can't breathe," I choke out, scratching at my neck.
"Hey hey – what – Devin, sweetheart, calm down, breath in and out. Slow your breathing down. Are you driving? Pull over if you are," he says worriedly. And as he continues speaking, the gut aching sobs end, replaced with sniffles, and me panting.
My eyes burn, and my head is heavy and mentally cloudy, but the tears have finally slowed.
Resting my head against the steering wheel, tiredness washes right over me and as badly as I want to close my eyes and just slip away into oblivion for a moment, I cannot.
"Devin, sweetheart, can you tell me what's wrong?"
I remain silent, until I hear my mother in the background. "Taylor what is-"
My eyes widen, and fear creeps up my back, but that is all I need to hear for my self-preservation to kick right in.
"Daddy, tell mom to hang up the phone! Do not tell Taylor you're talking to me!" I shout, my own ears hurt, but I couldn't help it. "She did it dad, she killed Silas!" I say and I only remain teary eyed, suppressing all my cries.
I can almost picture my dad in the silence that lingers. He pulls the phone away from his ear, looking at his screen and making sure that he hadn't somehow dialed the wrong person.
Swallowing, I hear nothing, from mom or dad so I fill in more details.
"Dad... I we stopped at the gas station, and when Taylor went to use the washroom I went after her. Standing outside of the door, she told someone that Ansel didn't leave us behind because he found out that she had killed Silas, that she had tampered with the plane. She said that if anything Ansel and the others left us behind because she panicked when Javier found the ten grand-"
"Devin – ten – ten grand?" dad asks shock coloring his tone. I almost nod, but catch myself. "Yeah, Javier found ten thousand dollars in Taylor's suit case. She told us that she stole it from Ansel, but I heard her on the phone and she said that she killed Silas-"
"Devin there is – Taylor wouldn't-"
"Daddy," my lip wobbles and the dam bursts, and I spill everything I could remember from that night. "So you left her? At the gas station?" dad questions slowly.
"What else was I supposed to do? Dad she killed Silas!"
"What was I supposed to do huh?" I ask again, "Dad, she obviously didn't want me to find out because she made this call in the bathroom. And she has a partner or something because they also knew that she killed Silas..."
"And you have the money? The ten grand?"
"Yes."
The money that now I truly knew did not come from Ansel; was it blood money? Reaching for the laptop I flip it open, just as dad remains completely silent.
"We – Devin do not move, I need to – I'll call you back, in two minutes. Pick up the call okay?"
"Okay."
We end the call, and I glance around, looking at my surroundings. I had continued driving, but right now, I needed to find somewhere to stay. With that in mind, I use my phone to create a hotspot.
Exhausted, I just wanted to lay down somewhere and rest my eyes. Then I'd continue on the road, especially now. The Conrads were like family, and I couldn't shake the feeling that Taylor was-
When I open the tab Taylor had left open, my heartbeat skips, stops, and starts racing. Why did she open email? I ask myself, checking the messages eyes widening when I scan the page and find that she's sent herself the list of address that I had gotten from the hack Brennan and I did together.
Why would she email them to herself? She had the possible locations now. I couldn't let her get to them. Who knows what she had up her sleeve, or how many people she was willing to harm to get it.
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