Judith's POV
If Chris Mitchell could spill his own guts out; literally, he would've done that too.
Well, metaphorically he just did.
Which is good of course.
"I see." I nodded. I sat on the bed, across the boy who sat in front of me on the floor of his bedroom. I rethought about what he just told me, and boy what a mess he got himself into.
"So let's go through this again. Your friends, Dylan Hall, Ethan Thomas, and Brandon Price have the other tapes, right?"
The boy nodded.
"Well shit..you need to get these tapes back, you know that puts them in danger too, right?"
"Shit- y-yeah..but, then what?-"
"Then I will take care of them" I answered. "And since that's what they're after, they don't come after you or your friends next."
"I guess...b-but wait then- doesn't that mean they'll go after you instead?"
I sighed.
"They're already after me, but then you'll be safe and I can come up with something..." I said. "I'm thinking maybe I can make a deal with them or something...it was the reason I already got away from before" That wasn't a complete lie.
"Yeah but-...." The boy's expression turned into concern and guilt. "W-why...you could've just..left already..why are you helping me- I mean! I'm happy you are! Really- but-"
It took me a minute to come up with something, I put on a small smile. "Well, you remind me of someone, someone dear to me. I'm doing this for him."
It was the truth.
This is all for him, and because it's for him...
You need to be gone.
"Oh.." the boy nodded.
The room fell silent for a minute before he spoke again. "They'll..still get away with...
What they did to.. my parents..." he bit his lip.
Well buddy, good and bad news;
Good news, they won't.
Because they didn't kill your parents in the first place.
Bad news, because I did.
I cleared my thoughts and placed my other hand, the one that wasn't injured on his shoulder. "It's going to be okay." I got up.
I walked around the room stretching my legs as I thought about what to do next.
At this point, they don't just want the tapes, but the boys as well.
I looked down at the boy.
"You should call them. your friends, ask them to bring the tap--"
"About that...I already talked to them...well the ones that picked up anyways- but they can't come.."
"What? What do you mean they can't-"
"They can't - Dylan is grounded because of what happened to my parents...His mom won't let him out of the house. Ethan has this dinner with his family and neighbors or something - and I don't know what Brandon is up to, he didn't answer my calls...and then there's Derek...I was gonna invite him here before you came..to keep me company.." he said.
shit.
I bit my bottom lip and recalled the discussion we had. 'If they won't come, we go to them'
I sat back down on the bed and rethought the whole situation.
This was it. I thought.
Chris Mitchell is right in front of me, alone and vulnerable...I could just get it done now and dip...but I know I can't.
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