"What the fuck are you fuckin saying Brandon? Do you have any idea what you're freakin saying!? Cody's my best friend, not to mention he's more than just a friend for me." You spoke in a jittery voice. Brandon could see the look of denial in your eyes, he swallowed a lump of guilt that was building up in his throat. This would be hard to do, but he needed to convince you if he was going to take this anywhere.
"If you don't believe, then believe the DNA testing. It wasn't a coincidence you and me became friends. I've been meaning to tell you this for some time, but wasn't sure how to put it down. It's not the most digestible news out there," he explained, wilts rubbing his temple in frustration and confusion. He didn't know how to put this in the most easiest way to take in, but judging by how you were reacting; he could tell you weren't taking this news in well at all.
You felt your eyebrows furry, as anger towards Brandon was consuming your body. How dare he say such foul things about Cody, to think he'd have the audacity to ask for your help, and claim that Cody is eyeless Jack? You've got to be kidding me, who the fuck does this man think he is. "I don't know one in the world has gotten into you, but I know Cody and he would never do such a thing."
Something flickered in Brandon's yellow eyes, he sneered at you and frowned, "That's exactly what I said when they told me Jack was the murderer, and what'd I get to hear from you? '"Listen Brandon, I understand why you would want to defend him'. Well what if I said I had concrete evidence that Cody did it? And an eye witness besides me?" He countered, his tone venomous and deadly serious. But he needed to have such a stern voice, because you looked as if you were ready to tear his head off and decapitate him.
You gritted your teeth and glared at him, "Who's this second witness you speak of?" you hissed at him. You've always been extremely protective of Haley and Cody, you were not about to let some cute fuck boy ruin that, but you also didn't want to be completely blind. Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding? But accusing Cody of murdering hundreds of people? Now this was getting a big out of hand, but you still had to take this on professionally.
You watched him give you a grim expression, "Haley, she saw him kill."
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Your hands were shaking and you could see your knuckles growing pale from clutching onto your phone tightly. You could hear the ringing of the phone, it wasn't as if you were nervous to call someone in fear that you'd be proven wrong. It was more of nervousness because you haven't talked to Hailey in almost five years. You weren't sure as to how she felt about you, does she even remember you?
"Hello?"
You felt cold ice seep through your veins, your heart was palpitating at such a high rate; cold sweat began forming around the top of your forehead. You didn't even understand as to why you were so nervous, was it because you left Haley and Cody without so much as a goodbye or second glance?
"Hello, it's me. (y/n)."
There was an awkward silence on the other end of the line, you felt shallow breaths and then a click. The phone cut. You immediately panicked and dialed her again, each time she didn't answer and you knew she was declining the messaging. Brandon noticed and pulled out his own phone and called, you heard the line getting picked up and Brandon talking to her. "She deserves to know, I don't care what happened between you two. The truth needs to be out," he voiced in a melancholy sound. He then looked over to you and handed the black cased phone to you.
"Listen I'm so sorry about everything that happened! I didn't mean to leave-"
"You're not sorry at all, listen I know you called for information and I'll give it to you. Infact knowing you you'll probably want to meet in person so you actually believe Brandon when he says it's actually me." she said in an irritated tone. You could tell what you had done to her really hurt, it was as if she's desensitized to you.
"Yeah-"
"Good, we'll meet tomorrow afternoon. I'm already in town because Brandon asked me to give a witness account in person. I'll just stop by and give you your share of the truth and then go back and disappear from your life forever." she muttered. Before you could even defend yourself, you heard the phone beep and the tone of the disconnected signals chime in. Meaning she cut the phone on you yet again. You gave the phone back to Brandon and felt your eyesight get blurry.
He took it from you and stood up and sighed, "well I guess we'll meet her tomorrow, I'm sorry I put all this news on you all at once, I really honestly didn't know how to say this and I guess you could call me a wimp and all, and I know-" He stopped midway once he heard the sound of a whimper and sob. He slowly turned around to see a girl quietly tearing up behind her cascading hair that covered her face and his line of vision from her heartbreaking tears. He groaned, he was terrible at handling women when they cried. But he couldn't stand to see her fragile hands feverishly wipe her tears away.
He frowned and walked towards her and picked her up, he then gingerly laid her on his bed and got ontop of her; momentarily shocking her and making her stop her tears. He looked down at her with a predatory smile, "You're such a cry baby you know that?" it took a moment for her to process what he said through her grief engulfed body. She narrowed her eyes at him, "you're so freaking cold hearted you know that? It's like you have no heart!" She cried out while hitting his chest. He dipped down and began tickling her stomach by nuzzling his head and using his long cold fingers to tickle her against her shirt.
She was cute he had to admit, but he didn't feel anything for her other then friendship. He still loved Jillian, he couldn't get her out of his mind, even after her death. Her orange locks against the sun rays, her pearly white smile and her yellow eyes. Eyes almost as yellow as his own, her pale skin which had freckles scattered over her as if they were dancing over her skin. He thought (y/n) was beautiful too, her gorgeous (h/c) hair like silk that fell through his fingers whenever he tried to comb her hair or bundle it up in his hand. Her skin as soft as baby skin, and her eyes held a glimmer of mischievousness and innocence. Not to mention intelligence and beauty dripped off her. But despite all that. He only thought of the girl as a friend. Because.
Because she reminded him so much of his deceased beloved sister.
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She was standing, facing her back towards them as they walked towards her. Her long platinum blonde hair was whipping silently in the air as she was still with her hands placed crossing over her chest. She got taller, but was still shorter than you; you licked your lips and silently walked up to her.
She turned around and looked at you silently, her brown eyes contrasting with her pale skin and even paler hair. You watched as a sparkle of happiness and joy filled her eyes once her eyes laid on you, it was quickly replaced with sadness and then bitter anger. She frowned and walked towards a cafe, where you three had planned to discuss about the Cody topic.
"I know since you're a huge agent and such that you don't have much time, so I'll cut to the chase and quickly tell you what you need," she muttered, your eyes flashed with guilt.
"When you left, Cody had been in this really weird state. He kept coming home every few weeks and demanding to know where you went, he even went as far as to try and choke the answer out of me," she said in a hoarse voice, you could hear her voice had began to falter and grow limp. .
"Upon one whole year of your disappearance, he lost it." He slaughtered our parents right in front of my eyes, he then came after me and despite knowing that I didn't know where you were; for the sake of my safety I made up a false place. He believed me, I've always thought he was the safest person on earth for me, but everything changed after you left. When he left to go look for you, I ran away."
Your body shook at her words, an undeniable weight of guilt began to build up on your back; Mr and Mrs. McCarthy were killed because of you. You felt salty tears trickle down your soft skin, a sea of guilt and regret forming in you abdomen and spreading it's way to your heart.
Brandon just stood their quietly, he began to rub your back in an attempt to comfort you; he could tell you were upset. Haley looked at you, remorse filled up your being and you felt sick to your stomach. "Excuse me, I'll be right back." your voice cracked.
You stood up and hastily made your way to the bathroom, there you rushed into a stall and quickly released the contents of your previous meal in the white ceramic structure. You felt tears pour down your face, and more acidic lumps make their way up your esophagus. Cody, your beautiful, funny, amazing, light hearted Cody.
You closed your eyes and pictured his lovely pearly white smile, "You look beautiful (y/n)" "I'll always be there for you weirdo" "That's what best friends are for!" "Get away from her you fuckin pervert!" "I'm fine" "Come on loser, tell papi Cody why you're crying!" Flashbacks and memories of him flooded your mind, you began to drown in your despair. Then one last memory came into you mind, and it left you crying all the more.
"I love you so much it hurts" His tear filled eyes cried out to you.
His gorgeous copper brown hair, that very hair that made you want to tangle your fingers in between the locks. Those gorgeous blue eyes, scaled out and left with hollow eye sockets and black blood pooling out. His to-kill-for ivory skin, soft and smooth; turned into a voidless gray color. His whole body, making a 360 and turning into a monster. His beautiful heart filling in with darkness and cruelty, poison.
You sat down and crouched against the stall walls once you finished throwing up, the memories of Eyeless Jack surfacing into your mind. His sadistic smirk with his perfect white teeth
As perfect as the ones Cody had
Those crystal blue eyes soaked in with blood in your bathtub
Cody with sunglasses
That picture that dropped from that strange man you bumped into, it had a heart drawn around your face, and the words "I'll do whatever it takes to get your love back"
A photograph that Cody had printed out, so only he should've had that copy
The memories of that night, the night he broke you, came back. You've been trying so hard to lock it up, but each time a crack came out and all the memories would leak out; it would take so much self control just to tape back up that small crack. You remembered your voice, begging him to stop; the screams that ripped through your vocal cords. Your insides being torn apart, and all he did was smile diabolically and lick you and enjoy the torture you were receiving.
That was all Cody
You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you instantly flinched at it. You turned around expecting to see the monster, but instead blonde hair filled your line of vision; and warm hands enveloped you, and pulled you into a deep embrace.
You cried into you friends arms, you began yelling and ranting out everything; she quietly listened to everything and began soothing you with her voice and all the old nicknames she used to call you with. She took out a napkin and wiped up your tears, but to no avail you began your waterworks all over again. You hitched and you became an ugly mess of sadness; but even through everything, she still loved you. You explained to her about how you were helpless and forced to move over night due to your parents, you told her everything and she understood and forgave you. After crying for what seemed like forever, the red headed boy still remained in your mind, his blue laughing joy-filled eyes looking at you. You mentally even imagined him hugging you and calming you down, and apologizing to you.
Even after everything, you muttered.
"I still love him"