Twenty Six

RYLEE

Without uttering a word, he walked into the room. I'd never seen him look so cold and intimidating. This was on a whole different level. I knew I had to be careful with my speech. The last thing I wanted to do, was piss him off.

He walked into the bathroom while I started to clean up all the blood stains he'd left on the floor. When he emerged from the bathroom, he had a white towel wrapped around his waist. I was itching to ask him who he'd just killed. But, I didn't have the courage to. He slipped on some clothes and left the bedroom. Once he was out of the room, I finally felt like I could breathe. He had seemed pissed. Had he found the initial person who knew his secret? For the remaining hours of the night, I sat on his bed, wide awake.

In the morning, there was a knock on the door. It was Jared. He had a package with him. He handed it to me, a sheepish grimace on his face.

"I was supposed to give this to you, a week ago. But, I forgot about it" he said and I raised a bro