rewrite of "everything i wanted"
part 1 - it's time to go
that old familiar body ache
the snaps from the same little breaks
in your soul , you know
when it's time to go
part 2 - the great war
always remember
tears on the letters
i vowed not to cry...
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LEAH KNOCKED ON the front door of hazel campbell's house. she checked her watch for the time, seeing that it was 8:03pm. she was right on time. she waited for a moment before the door finally opened.
"hi, mr. campb-" leah looked up at the man that stood before her. "oh, mr. porter. what are you doing here?"
"i'm fixing hazel's computer in his room. i'm quite the technician."
"oh, cool. is, uh, mr. campbell here?" "yes, he's out back currently. he said you would be coming. well, uh, you're welcoming to come upstairs to the bedroom with me while you wait."
"um, sure," leah nodded as she stepped into the house, following jason up the stairs. jason said that he would be going into the storage room to grab some tools for the computer, leaving her alone in the room. she could tell the second that she walked in that the room was much cleaner than it was the first time she explored it. the dressers were all cleaned off, leaving only a familiar small box on one of the dressers.
leah looked at herself in the mirror of the vanity and then reached into the pocket of the jacket she had worn to hide herself from the rain outside. as she did so, a piece of paper fell out. it was the handwritten poem her and spencer found the first time they went. she had forgotten all about it, even after promising to return it.
she read the poem over again before laying it in the middle of the bed. as she did so, she noticed a rectangular item portraying out from under the blanket. too curious for her own good, she lifted the blanket and found a huge book with a mark drawn into it. the mark was done so aggressively that it bled through the next few pages. after skimming through it quickly, leah realized what it was.
the book had been a bible. and the mark was the crown of thorns.
"you really like being nosy, don't you, leah gray?" leah jumped at the sound of the booming voice that came from behind her. she turned around to see jason porter standing there with a rope in his hands and a knife in the other. leah's heart dropped to the ground.
"mr. porter?" she barely whispered audibly. "w-what are you doing?"
"you know, you can't really blame him for what he did."
leah stared at him, trying to calm herself down. "who?"
"my son."
it hit leah like a truck. of course. daniel porter. there was never any doubt in her mind that he was gay. he loved shayne, and although he wasn't ever good at showing it, she always knew in the back of her mind that that was the truth. so why did he ask her out in high school? and why did he kill shayne?
it was his father. of course it was. the bible, the lack of jason's emotions, the quick change from making out with shayne to asking leah out on a date. his father would never accept daniel for being gay, that explains all of his outbursts and weird behavior. he got so angry, the angriest she'd ever seen him, when she rejected him. but, she'd never even talked to him before that interaction. how did he even know her name?
"i see your thoughts unfolding through your eyes," jason laughed. "allow me to make it easier for you. my bitch son was in love with your little friend. so, i forced him to do any father would do to get those... 'homosexual' thoughts out of my sons head; stab them to death."
leah let go of the long breath she hadn't realized she was taking. "you're a monster. he was my friend."
"it was me who forced him to ask you out. i never wanted anything to ever come of it, i just wanted to learn more about you to...well, maybe i'll tell you tomorrow. for now, how about you be a good girl and get tied up. i won't hurt you if you just listen to what i say."
as jason finished his sentence, leah looked behind him to see that hazel had walked into the room.
"hazel," leah looked at him. "jason, he-he's threatening to hurt me."
hazel just looked at her with his grey, sad eyes.
leah realized. "please, you-you don't have to do this."
"oh, but he does," jason started unraveling the rope. "see, i'm so good at what i do that i convinced this old lug to do something really stupid a while back for the woman he loves. i convinced him that it would actually help that girl realize that he's the only person he'll ever need in his life. and now, actually, because that little friend of yours is gone, he's as close as ever."
leah just looked at him. "what are you even talking about?"
jason smiled to himself and looked down. "remember your parents?"
those three words took leah back to the night her parents were killed. of course.
there were two figures that night. and all that she could remember was the eyes of the taller figure. the sad, grey eyes.
the same ones mr. campbell had.
leah just looked at the two men, trying not to throw up on the floor in front of her. "how...how could you? he was your friend, my-my mom did nothing to you."
"well, i'd love to sit here and explain everything to you," jason sighed, finally untying the rope fully. he turned to hazel and was handed a frying pan. "how about i explain on the way?"
and with that, leah was hit over the head and closed her eyes as her limp, unconscious body hit the ground.
penelope garcia walked into her lair with a cup of coffee in hand. it was 8 in the morning, and the bau agents were working hard in florida on their current case, close to solving it. she turned on her computer, and a confused look covered her face as she saw there was a video file open that she knew wasn't there when she left the night before.
garcia shrugged to herschel, clicking on the file, her face beginning to morph into a horrified expression from what she saw.
it was leah, tied up to a chair, unconscious with a little bit of blood on the side of her head. one man, whose face was not in frame, stood by her- and another was staring directly in the camera. he spoke.
"hi, miss penelope garcia," the man smiled. "i would get a good look at your little agent friend now as it may be the last time you ever see her alive again. i truly wish you the best if you dare to search for her. just know, she's in good hands."
and with that, the video cut out. it was obviously streamed live. with a sob caught in her throat, garcia pulled out her phone and dialed hotch's number.
