It was Supposed to be Us

Five

POV-Reggie

Luke made us follow the two cops. And I really wish he hadn't. We had to hear Sgt. Grant break the news of our death to our pretty much mom and sister. They both took the news so hard, and all we can do is sit here and watch. I tried to give them a hug after they ran back to April's room, but Luke said it's better that we don't.

So instead, we followed officer Reyes around. We quickly realized that he had found our box of couple pictures. Luke and I panicked for absolutely no reason. What's he gonna do about it? Arrest us?

Carlos found all are parents' names through journal entries Luke had. And all he had to do was use the phone book to find their addresses

We followed Carlos into Alex's room, where Athena already was exploring. I had taken some pictures of Alex and Willie, and gave them to Alex, so I hope Athena hadn't found those yet.

"So, interesting thing I found on Luke and Reggie," Carlos told Athena when he entered the room.

Luke and I sat on Alex's bed and watched them search his room.

"What'd you find?" Athena asked her coworker.

"Well," Carlos started, "first I found all their parents' names, so all we have to do is look up the number. And second, I found a secret relationship."

"Between who?" Athena asked, as if it weren't obvious.

"Luke and Reggie," Carlos pointed out the obvious since he said he found something on Luke and I.

"Alex has a secret relationship, too," she handed a picture I took of Alex and Willie sleeping together on the couch. I had given it to Willie and Willie wrote a note on the back and gave it to Alex.

"'Can't wait to make this every night. Love you, Alex' signed Willie," Carlos read aloud. "Who's Willie?"

"That's the million dollar question," Athena replied.

"Why is it the million dollar question?" Carlos asked.

"We find Willie, we might get more on Bobby, maybe a history of cruelty," Athena explained.

"Got it," Carlos nodded.

Both cops went into the kitchen and, of course, Luke and I followed.

They went through all our cabinets and drawers and found nothing but a few pots, pans, plates, and silverware.

"I don't know how I feel about them going through our stuff," I told Luke.

"What can we do about it?" Luke asked.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Scare them?"

"How?"

"I don't know."

"That's helpful."

"I know."

"At least you know something."

Luke laughed as his own joke, which I thought was funny, but I pretended to be offended.

"Hey! I know more than you!"

"Doubt it."

I smacked Luke in the back of his head, to which he reacted squeezing the pressure point on my knee. I smacked his hand repeatedly until he let go and he thought my reaction was funny.

We looked up and realized the cops had left the kitchen. Luke and I jumped off the counter quickly and chased after them. We found them in the hall on their way to the elevator.

"We're stopping at the Mercers' household first?" Carlos asked as all four of us stepped into the elevator.

Athena nodded and Luke and I just started at each other.

Where's Alex?

POV-Carlos

We arrived at the Mercers' house quickly. We pulled into the driveway with lights only. The sun had already gone down and we had two more houses to hit after this, so we had to make this visit as quickly as possible while still being as calm, cool, and collected as possible.

Athena knocked on the door, and as soon as we heard shuffling inside, she informed me that I can break the news since I need to learn how, and that if I made a mistake, she'd cover it for me.

I grew nervous as a tall man opened the door. Man could beat me into next year if he reacted the same way as Mrs. Harvey.

"Is there something wrong?" the man opened the door, clearly choking down his fear.

"Sir," I started, but he cut me off.

"Come inside," he stepped out of the way, inviting Athena and myself inside.

He lead us into the living room and told us to sit, asking if we needed anything we both told him no and he started pacing around. Then stopped and told us he was going to go get his wife and would be back in a minute.

A few minutes later, he returned to the living room with his wife. Athena and I insisted they take our seats. We now stood in the middle of the living room and Mr. and Mrs. Mercer sat on the couch.

"Mr. and Mrs. Mercer," I started, looking as sincere as possible as my heart pounded in my chest. Not only is it hurting for these folks, but I also have to tell them their son just died. "We regreat to inform you that your son, Alex, has sadly passed away this evening."

Mrs. Mercer's hand shot to her face, and Mr. Mercer placed a comforting hand on her knee. Mrs. Mercer started whispering to her husband before getting up and walking out of the room.

Mr. Mercer, with tears in his eyes, looked to us and asked, "how did he-"

He couldn't finish the sentence.

"The cause is unknown," Athena told him, "but as soon as we get word, we'll let you know."

"Was it painful?" he asked.

"We can't say without a cause of death," Athena replied honestly.

Her statement caused Mr. Mercer to break down. He hands and cheeks were soaked in tears. But after a few seconds, he spoke again.

"Did you tell Willie yet?" Alex's dad asked between sobs.

"We don't have a last name or parents' names so we can't tell them," I informed Mr. Mercer.

"Owen and Madison Stewart," Mr. Mercer told us. "If you need their address I have that too."

"No, we got it," Athena smiled at the broken man. "Thank you."

Athena and I showed ourselves out. This one wasn't as hard and Mrs. Harvey and her daughter. But at the same time, it was just as hard. Yeah, there wasn't a little girl there to break when she hears all three of her brother won't ever be coming home. But a father and mother just found out that their only son was dead, possibly murdered (although they don't know that), and they won't ever see him again until they claim his body at the morgue.

Then they have to do the hardest thign they've ever done and bury their son. The younger mix of themselves will have to be burried and they're the ones who have to do it. And their son was only eighteen years old. He just reached adulthood. Never even matured fully, and yet his mom and dad and boyfriend have to say their final goodbyes and put him six feet under.

My heart is shattering more than I ever thought possible. I wouldn't be able to stand this kind of pain if I was in their situations. If anyone I knew passed away, that's a kind of break you don't get back up from. At least I wouldn't be able to.