Empire High Blood Lies ( fanfiction of the Empire High Series)

Haunted

Matthew's POV

My head feels heavy as I open my eyes. I look at the clock and notice it's past noon. I need to get up, I promised Rob and James I would meet them at their house today. I slowly go to the bathroom and turn the shower on. I take my clothes off and stand under the hot water. I take my time washing my hair and body. I brush my teeth, then get dressed. I know I shouldn't be drinking so much. But otherwise, I can't stand the pain. I head downstairs, hoping everyone is already gone for the day, but as I get to the kitchen I realize
my Mom is still here. She looks up and smiles at me as I enter the kitchen. " Hey sweetie this came for you." She holds an envelope in her hands and I look at it. A cold sweat breaks out over my body. I just know this is another photograph. I don't know why, but I can feel it. I slowly take the envelope from my mom. " Thanks Mom." She grabs her purse from the table. " I have to run, I need to pick up a few things from the store for dinner later. Is there anything you need while im out honey." I shake my head. " I'm good Mom, thanks." She walks over to me and hugs me. " I will see you later, make sure you eat something before you go. There are pancakes for you left over from breakfast." I smile at her, even though my heart is beating so fast in my chest. "You're the best Mom. Thanks." I place a kiss on her forehead. Once she's left I tear open the envelope. Inside there are a selection of photographs. They all seem to have the same blonde hair, blue eyed boy. I can't breathe as I look at him. He looks just like me and Mason when we were kids. I rush to the living room and pull out moms memory box. I tip the box onto the floor and spread the photographs out. I find what I'm looking for within minutes. It's a picture of me and Mason on my first birthday. This boy could be me. How? I place the photographs from the envelope on the floor next to my baby pictures. I notice that in one of the pictures a blonde woman leans over him tickling him as he laughs. I can't breathe as i look into his eyes. They are just like Brooklyn's. Who the hell is this kid? Everything I am tells me that whoever this kid is, he has to be a Caldwell and my heart says he has to be mine and Brooklyn's, no matter how my brain tells me it's impossible! I'm going to kill Isabella! She's the only person who could possibly be behind this! I don't understand why she still wants to hurt me this way! Especially now that her mother and the Hunters have started pushing her together with James. I look down at all the photos and feel my stomach clinch. This bullshit ends now. I gather them together and shove them back in the envelope. I feel as if my heart is pounding out of my chest the entire drive to the Pruit's. I swear if this bitch doesn't agree to stop this bullshit, I may kill her with my bare hands. Kennedy answers the door in the middle of my pounding. Fuck, it figures she's here. How she could think I would ever be with her, I just can't imagine. She goes to try to hug me, and I throw her off, yelling for Isabella. I walk into the family room to see Isabella sitting with her cousin, Poppy. Poppy looks at me with a huge smirk on her face. I shove the envelope towards Izzy, "Was I not clear enough before?" Isabella looks almost afraid, "Matt, I have no more idea what you are talking about now as I have the other times you've accused me of something I know nothing about!" "This is the last straw bitch! I'm meeting with James this time! Let him see just what you're capable of!" Isabella's mother stalks into the room, "Just who do you think you are, Matthew Caldwell? How DARE you enter my home and attack my daughter! Maybe you better head home and ask your father if he thinks coming at any of my family is a good idea!" Kennedy is sobbing into her hands, Isabella stands pale in the corner, and Poppy is still standing there smirking. "I'm not afraid of you. I don't need to speak to my father to know that. You need to know this. Whatever your daughter thinks she will accomplish by tormenting me, she's wrong!" I storm out of the apartment, slamming the door behind me. Just as I make it to my car, I notice a blacked out Mercedes pull up to the curb. Mr. Pruit gets out holding a small suitcase. I rush to get in. No way I want to speak to that asshole! I hear him call my name, but I turn the key and speed off. Within moments, my phone begins ringing. I look down and see Mr. Pruit and decline the call. He immediately calls back two more times, so I shut my phone off. It's time to let James and Rob in on what's going on. As I think of the photos I've received over the last year, I feel like I'm going insane. The private detective I hired has gotten nowhere. It's time to ask James to use Hunter Industries contacts. I'm finally here. Rob comes to their front door when he hears my car pull up, since they were expecting me. James joins him at the door. Rob takes one look at me and says, "What's happened?" I think I might be being haunted.