"It's not my bad..." Mystery's Story (DISCONTINUED)

Ch. 6

Mystery's POV:

Rex wouldn't lie to me...Right?

I couldn't be sure. All I could think of was my mother. I was longing to see her again. I remember her face vividly, she was one of the things I loved and cherished having in life. So why would Rex not let me see the only thing that made me happy? Is he jealous? No, that's not him to be jealous. There's something he's not telling me, for sure...

Rex's POV:

I cracked open the door, only to see him on his side, motionless. "Jeremy? Are you asleep..?" I called to him, and he sat up. "No." He sounded heartbroken. I sighed, sitting down next to him on the bed. "I'm sorry, Jeremy. I know you haven't seen her in years, but she would hate to see you cry, especially when she isn't feeling well.." He flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. "When can I see her again, Rex? Will it be tomorrow? Next week? Next year? Next DECADE!?" He curled into a ball, sobbing. I can't tell him...Can I? Would he snap, like Alfred said he would? I didn't want to believe it. But what if it was true? And, if it was true...

Who would he target first?