“Y-Yeah, she told me some things that kind of helped me not hate you too much. But most of it was a blur to her as well as the Janitor that night.” Derek’s fingers grip the front of my shirt holding me up a bit as I talk. “All either of them remembers is that someone was holding the door and she’s positive it wasn’t you.” I continue, and for a moment the cogs in his head turn through his eyes.
“Someone holding the door shut?” Releasing my front Derek all but leaps out of the bed “That sick fucker!! He told me he couldn’t get the door open! Wouldn’t let any of us touch it that day!”
“What?” Sitting up, I watch Derek with surprising energy pace the room, fingers tossing shit around before turning his attention back to me.
“I know who their talking about! I know who caused their deaths.” Derek shouts, a hand moving towards his head. His other hand gripping his closet door. Pushing up off the bed, I grasp his arm pulling him towards my bed a queasy look on his face.
“Who would do that?”
“Hint,” Pulling a finger to my chest he taps me for a minute before continuing. “Someone who we both know, a tall dick head who needs to get a cactus shoved up his ass.” Pushing him onto the bed he shouts. “Took it upon themselves to attack me a few days ago!”
“Garrett fucking Peirce.”
“Bingo Puppy! Now how do we prove it? It’s been years since then and I don’t think the police are even looking into it anymore.” Falling back into my bed his eyes closing in thought.
“Can we even try to prove it? I would have to out my family?” Sitting up once more he lifts his hands to take either side of my face. Stopping any other words from coming to my mouth as he shook his head.
“Remember the dog he got from his aunt.” Waving his arms about he tries to say something, but I cut him off with a smirk.
“You mean the one that tried to bite off your tail growing up?”, “Oh ha-ha, yes that one.” Swatting my chest, he pulls away, his back hitting the wall. “We got to find something, anything, prick doesn’t deserve to live the good life.”
“I agree. We got to find something-“, “THE TAPES!” Confusion hits my face as he shouts. “What tapes?” Moving to push himself off the bed only to stumble and catch himself half-on the floor.
“Okay- t-there where the school tapes that went missing around the time of the accident and before the investigation was put to stray dogs those tapes where the only thing that where positive to reveal what happened.” Getting to his feet, Derek all but jumps up to grab either side of my shoulders. Shaking me as he spoke. “They still may say stray dog, but they will see that Garrett held the fucking door!!”
“But how?”
“More when,” Derek fell back against the bed, groaning a bit as his fingers moved to cradle the sides of his head.
“More when you feel like your smart-ass self, and I don’t feel like tearing Garretts throat out.” I finish for him as he nods curling up into the sheets, his tail wrapping around my middle and pulling me along with him.
With my pillow under his head and his chest moving slowly as quiet sleep begun to take over our room, a new bubbled anger began to swell itching at my nerves.
‘Garrett Peirce part-time asshole, fulltime Murderer. All time dumbass, why would he have done something like this? We were kids, reckless, foolish kids, but to help kill two people. Was it because he knew about Derek’s obsession? Was he that messed up that he wanted me to hate Derek so much?’
Taking a slow breath, I look towards the window to the falling sun. The curtains crocked as the lights fade to night leaving in silent rage. Frustration running through every nerve, nothing more than to tear Garrett’s throat out. One he basically helps kill my best friend, two making me hate Derek cause he’s a jealous shit, and three is working with a pompous ass to have me killed.
‘He better be watching his back from now on. Cause I’m not going to let anyone stop me this time. This time everything will end on a high note. One way of another.’
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