SILHOUETTE

Chapter 18 [TW]

Trigger Warning: murder , blood , guns , police. As usual, protect your peace if necessary. 💕

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"I say pull the trigger." Jordan said nonchalantly.

At this point, he didn't care if Asher lived or died. If it was up to him, he'd be six feet in the ground. Harold's eyes widened at Jordan's words. He couldn't believe something like that could come out of his mouth. Westview was immediately on lockdown and local news arrived quicker than police.

"I'm Ellen Robinson for Fox 26 standing out of Westview High School where the school has been placed on a lock down. There is an armed man on the campus and former Steelers Quarterback turned coach Jordan Baker reportedly raising concern with parents due to an incident that took last month. More in the next hour."

The last thing he needed was media coverage. However, this was beyond being about him. Jordan didn't understand why  this was a never ending cycle. Harold could be heard pleading for the unknown man to release his son.

"Don't listen to him. This is who you want to teach your boys football? A man quick to see another man die?!" Harold looked around.

"I only came for one thing and that is my son." Dante cocked the gun.

"He is a minor and nobody is leaving this campus." Sergeant Grey said, already having the boy back inside the building.

"Either he dies or Coach dies. Pick your poison." Dante screamed.

"I still say Asher deserves to be put down but hey! As for me, you'll get him over my dead body but I am sure you'll also be in a body bag too so... yikes! Nobody would win. His mother had a will. She listed me as his legal guardian until he turned 18 during the school year anyway. Those were her wishes and final word. She left everything to her children. "  Jordan scratched the side of his head.

"Jordan , what are you doing? Stop talking." Simone looked at him like he was crazy because what the hell was happening.

"No no, if the people here want to blame me then they should know the truth. In high school... while my sister was under the influence of drugs , she was touched by your golden white boy here. She wasn't coherent to give consent and you did it anyway. I should've beat your ass then but she didn't want me too. Now, Asher has always been jealous. I didn't have to lie about who I was to get people to be my friend. I didn't prejudge them then go on for years whining about my girlfriend being stolen from me. You were a shitty best friend Asher."

He was pissed and if they wanted to do this then he was going to give the people a got damn show.

"It is not my fault and it's not Spencer's fault that you never made it to the NFL. Blame your heart condition which is also your fucking fault for using drugs to better your performance also stemmed from your jealousy. Sure, we went head to head for this position. The better coach  won, I wasn't raised by psychos. If  we want to be current and the reason you are all here trying to get me fired, it's because you believed a white man instead of just coming to me. Asher got his ass beat because he came on this campus looking for it. "

"Coach, can we not." Simone attempted again.

"I am not done sweetheart. Asher along with my ex girlfriend you know hot shot music producer  Layla Keating,daughter of JP Keating... yeah. They  are responsible for  drugging my girlfriend and Asher being the disgusting trash that he is  sexually assaulted my girlfriend then tried to leave her for dead in a container. A fucking container and thought tormenting my sister with my girlfriend's whereabouts would make him some superhero for saving a black woman. So excuse me if I want to see your brains on this cement. It's what you deserve and since we are getting media coverage, consider this my last day effective immediately."