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Chapter 14: What Now

Another filler...


I couldn't sleep all night.
I was tossing and turning with my imagination racing. My own self made images of the murder he committed flying through my brain.
Did he shoot them?
Did he stab them?
Did he strangle them?
Did he poison them?
What ways could a fourteen year old boy kill someone? How?

And then my mind drifted to the possibility....did he kill anyone at all?

With his intoxication levels high, only Lord knows how much h consumed.
Was their any truth to what he said? I mean some people make absurd confession while under the influence but I couldn't decided whether to believe it.

At this point I wasn't even worried about his marriage being a fraud. Publicity was publicity. But I wondered why Raphael needed it?

Google would be my savior for the remainder of the evening.
As the clock struck 4:54 AM, I began scrolling.
Searching anything about Raphael committing murders and yet I was stuck.
I searched up the Merchant family again, looking for the list of names of the sons and daughters.
Haley, Roselyn, Emily were the names of the daughters. Blaine, Keegan, Cody and Patrick were the name of the brothers.
It was strange because it said that all of the kids had dies in a house fire...so why was Emily alive?
Why couldn't I find anything about Raphael? Only stuff about the last year...nothing else.

I strained for a moment, my head hurting and my mind shutting off for a moment.
Like everything went blank.

Everything was silent...except I began fighting with my conscious.

Who is she?
She? She?
You! Who's she?

I froze and looked back up on the screen, searching up Brooke's life and nothing popped up. Not even the stuff, everything seemed to be a blur.

I fold my arms across my chest and curse silently.
What was going on with me?

And it made me wonder- who was Aries? Where did the name even come from?
Finally done with trying to pick at my mind, I have up searching.
As I crept downstairs to Damon's room and slipped inside, to hear his out of breath snoring and I smiled.
Some things never did change and that made me overjoyed. I laid down next to him in his bed and closed my eyes, remembering how Damon even found me.

Wasn't really him finding me actually, but he saved my life.



The next morning, I slept in until 1 pm. As soon as I woke up, I realized I had messed up my sleeping schedule.
Wondering if Raphael was up, I turned over to see Damon had left but had put the covers over me.
He was such a good guy.
I outstretched my arms and went into his bathroom, throwing water over my face and then going back towards the kitchen.
Raphael wasn't there but Damon sure was.
The main chef apparently cooked pancakes with whip cream and strawberries.
Of course my mind had made it more of a sexual meal than preferred but I gladly helped myself to a plate anyways.

"Got scared of the dark last night?" Damon asks me and I purse my lips at him. "No. It was just hard to sleep last night." I explain softly and he smiles kindly at me. "The dick kept you up?" He asks and I shove him, sending him into a small fit of laughter as I take a bite of the pancakes.
Delicious.
"No but seriously, did they text you again or something?" He asks me.
No it was far from that. "No. It was just a rough night." I explain softly.
I didn't lie.
We ate in slight silence besides Damon humming Hold On We're Going Home.
I hear a sniffle and a slight groan and see Raphael emerge from the doorway.
"Aspirin sir?" The chef immediately asks him.
Raphael is still wearing last nights clothes. His hair is spattered across his face and his face looks red and swollen-like.
"Yes please and a banana." He mumbles.

I look over at him slightly from the corner of my eye and transfer my attention back to my food.

The chef hands him his things and he turns to me.
"Thanks for last night." He mutters.
I hear Damon make a choking noise and I elbow him nonchalantly.
So he remembered...
"No problem." I reply back, not looking at him.
After finishing my food, I backed away from the table and turned to go to my room, but Raphael stopped me.
"Angel wait." He calls back and I slowly turn around.
I was only afraid of confrontation on his part- but he didn't seem to remember.
"Yeah?" I ask. "Did I sat anything weird last night?" He asks.
I blink a few times and suck my teeth. "No." I reply with a shrug.
"I just had a dream that I told you something." He says squinting his eyes.

"Like?" I inquire and he cringes slightly.
"Nothing." He says all too quickly. But I already knew he was lying.
"You did tell me something last night." I say slowly and he steps back.
"You told me you killed someone at fourteen." I whisper, swallowing my dry throat.
His facial expression doesn't change, he seems like he went into an unfathomable shock.
"I don't know why I would say that." His denial makes me feel uncomfortable and I shrug again. "You were drunk. Who knows?" I say and turn on my feet.

But I knew he wasnt telling the truth.



The turn of events turned drastic. A way that made my blood pressure rise and my anxiety levels shoot through the wall.
Damon wanted to go see Aaron so I decided to tag along, seeing the tension in the house was unbearable.
"I miss him so much!" Damon groans in the car and I smile at him. "You just saw him." I remind.
"Yeah like 48 hours ago. That's too long. I need daddy in my life." He says and then turns to look at me.
"I see Raphael is daddy for you too."
I blush red and cover my face. "Let's not talk about that." I beg and he smirks, "Fine my little minx."
The rest of the drive was filled with our singing until we finally arrived in the city at a small coffee shop.

Aaron was a tall white guy with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He had a corky smile with straight teeth, he was strong but you couldn't tell due to the fact he was wearing a sweatshirt.
"Hey baby boy." Aaron calls to Damon with a smile. "Hi daddy." He replies and he leans over and kisses him as we slide into the booth.
"Hey A." I say after they retreat from their long tongue kiss.
I had to admit- it was pretty hot.
"Hey A." He replies back with a wink.
The waitress comes by and makes a flirty smile at Aaron.
"What would you like?" She asks raising her eyebrow.
Damon scoffs and sits up and says, "Um, he's going to have a mocha latte and don't worry about dessert. He will be eating me for dessert." I cover my mouth and leave out small gasps of laughter.
Aaron's mouth drops but his eyes show passion and humor.

The waitresses eyes are practically bulged out of her head. "I will have a strawberry smoothie." Damon adds and turns away from her.
"Same." I murmur, holding my hand up as I try to suppress my laughter.
She jots down our order and quickly leaves, her face flushed pink.
"That was so got the way you stood up to her." Aaron was with a smirk and Damon rolls his eyes. "Shut up you pig." He teases and I smile between the two.

My hair slicked back in a bun while wearing my glasses, I tried to look close to casual in public. "So Aries, I heard you've been pretty good lately. She's getting a lot of attention." I look up at Aaron, noticing the way he says 'She'.
I then squint my eyes over at Damon who's whistling nonchalantly. "You told him?" I ask through grit teeth.
How embarrassing!
"This is my future husband. I have to." Damon defends and I look over at Aaron who's nodding in agreement. "It's true you know. He can't lie to me. Or else he knows what will happen next." Aaron says in a dark voice and Damon bites his lip.
Uh- hello, I'm still here!
"I get spanked." Damon whispers. "Aries is still in the room." I mumble and Damon looks over at me. "Sorry. 48 hours with no dick, does something to ya boy." Damon replies with a shrug.
"Oh babe, the waitress is coming back." Aaron says quickly.
"This bitch. I want to make her feel uncomfortable. Reach over and rub my nipple." Damon instructs.
I can't help but laugh again, but suddenly my laughter is put to a halt.
My phone vibrates.

I always did like your hair up.

The text makes me freeze and I immediately look begin me towards the door.

Black Sweatshirt is standing there with their back turned.
I can't help it. I run towards him.
"Aries!" I hear Damon yell from behind me.
But Black Sweatshirt was already aware of my reaction and ran out the door.

The cool Atlanta air, rushed across my skin as my eyes searched from the mysterious person. But instead I found something else. My eyes locked towards the entrance of a hotel.

Two people emerged from a car, with their back turned to me and my mouth dropped, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket again and I looked down.

A gift from me to you. I know they missed you as much as I did. But don't get too excited. They won't see you until the ball.

I backed away slowly, feeling tears in my eyes.


It was my parents.



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Sorry this chapter wast juicy or detailed enough. Most recently my family found out about my self harm so now they're all calling me and telling me I need to go to the hospital and get admitted. So things are kind of tense.
But I'm okay and ill update fairly soon.
Also my last authors note was about how I wanted you guys to stop commenting your emails and on the chapter...people were commenting their emails.
That's so damn rude and its deliberate too.

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