Part 23

67 1 11
                                        

I walk downstairs and call Ace. 

He answers and I can tell he's been asleep. "Hello?"

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I was asleep, is something up?"

"Yeah, can you come over?"

"Sure, are you at Jacob's still?"

"No, I'm not I'm at my house."

There's a long moment of silence.

"Bryce, what's going on?"

"I can't tell you over the phone, get here."

"I'm on my way now."

I hang up and walk back into the room. 

Jacob is sitting on the bed and Buck is still sitting in the chair, but now tied up. 

"Ace is on his way."

Buck's smirk quickly faded away. "Why?"

"Because he needs to know about this, he needs to see what an awful person you really are."

"Fuck you, both of you?"

"You want to," Jacob asked, smiling.

"Fuck no," He yelled.

"That's not what you said at dinner."

"Piss off." 

"Ace, should be here soon, and he'll decide what we do with you."

"Why would you let him decide."

"Because you don't want us to, I'm ready to be done with you right now."

Ace slams open the door and his face drops. He runs over to Buck and kisses him, then looks up at us. 

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you guys?"

"Buck, do you wanna tell him or should we?"

"You can."

"I called Brook earlier to see how she was doing, and she told me she had to go because she didn't want him to find her, so me and Jacob rushed over here and we found her on the floor. Buck had stabbed her. And I called you here because I want you to tell me what to do with him."

He turns to Buck, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Ace, just tell us and he's gone."

"I don't want him dead."

"Ace, are you not listening?"

He closes his eyes and shakes his head, "Bryce, I don't want him to die, call the cops, tell them to arrest him, but don't kill him, not here, not now."

I nod. 

Jacob jumps off the bed, "With all do respect, are you fucking stupid, he could've just killed someone, he is only dating you to get close to Bryce, he was literally planning on killing you, and he was trying to fuck me at dinner, so why the fuck should we not kill him right now?"

"Jacob, stop."

He sits and looks at me. 

"I'll be right back then," I say, walking out of the room. I call the cops and briefly explain what happened and they were sent to the house immediately. 

I walk back into the room. "Ace, are you okay?"

He looks up at me through the pain in his eyes and shakes his head. I nod and kneel beside him and hug him. He cries into my shoulder. "Ace, I'm sorry."

He shakes his head, "It's not your fault, I'm just ready to go."

I pull away from him, "Do you want Jacob to take you home?"

He nods. "Jacob can you take him home, I want to be here when the cops show up."

He nods and walks Ace out of the house. 

"So tell me why you felt you had to do this? It's just me and you now, you can talk."

"I told you I was taking away the things you love."

"You forgot one," I say, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"What are you talking about, I had a plan to kill everyone you loved, and I was damn close to the last person, Ace."

"There's one more, Buck, it's you."

He stares blankly.

"Buck, you treated me like shit, and I hated you for it, I still do hate you, but I've always had a love for you, and the good that you did for me, even if it wasn't much."

He looks like he's about to cry.

"Buck, I loved you because you weren't me, you were the opposite, outgoing and strong, and I'm none of that, I thought that I was really getting somewhere with you, and then we fell out. I felt like you did that to humiliate me, and it worked. And we never seen each other again until now. But I have always loved you, Buck, but not anymore. This is the end of that. There is nothing but hate towards you, if my sister dies, I'll kill you and I won't make it fast and easy."

The cops run through the door and untie Buck and put him in cuffs.

"Bye Buck."

He looks up at me and sobs and mouths the words "I'm sorry". 




-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hope y'all like this one, it was kinda rushed. 

TriggeredWhere stories live. Discover now