I decided to tell Liza about what happened with Brandon. She's the only person that knew about some of the things me and Chris went through, and I knew she could stay silent. I texted her to meet me at the 613 pier tonight...no one would be around and I knew Chris doesn't come around that area. We met up around 11 dressed all in black so no one could figure us out as a precaution. " Can you explain to me why we're here dressed like bandits?" Liza asks me. "I've been hiding a lot from you...from everyone because I wanted you guys to stay safe. I know what happened to Brandon....Chris confessed to me that he was involved in his death." Liza backs away from me in complete shock. " You're not fucking serious are you? Chris killed him?" I nodded and kept my head down to avoid crying. Liza hugged me tightly as I did the same. " I know you guys ended in a bad place but I can't imagine how that felt for you."
"I couldn't even look at him after that, I told him to leave and we didn't see each other for months. He tried to make it seem like he did it to protect me and excuse it as a good thing, which is insane to me. Now he's trying to come after me because I left him over Brandon's death...I couldn't stay with him knowing that but he believes I should've." I explained to Liza. " So what are you gonna do? Are you gonna have him put away?" she asked me. " I want to, but he insinuated that if I did, he would come after you guys...so I stayed quiet until I couldn't anymore. I don't know what I should do Liz." We looked at each other puzzled for a couple minutes, trying to figure out what we wanted to do.
"I'll figure something out, Jar. Until then...stay in the shadows and stay to yourself. I don't need anything happening to you." Liza says to me. I nodded in agreement and we decided to leave. I felt relief after telling someone about what's been going on and I know Liza will find a way to protect me and make sure none of us are in harm's way because of Chris. I don't know what this man is capable of, but I know I can get out this situation unscathed...I'm putting all my faith into this. Before we could leave, I felt a presence again. I looked behind me and saw a silhouette. I got paranoid and went into the car, hoping that person wasn't Chris. I feel like this man is following my every move like he had a personal tracking device on me....but I gotta relax and not send myself over the edge.
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Transitions of a lost soul
Teen FictionA story based on dealing with troubled relationships, heartbreaks and mental gameplay taking the turn for the worst.