Elijah
"Hey baby." I greet as Charlie walks through the bedroom door. He walked off after the match. I didn't even get time to gloat about my win but as I peep the look on Charlie's face, I decide now probably isn't the best time to.
"What you did to Billy wasn't okay, Elijah." He throws his jacket down on the bed. "He really isn't that bad. You should go apologize to him." He says laying his head down on my chest.
"Babe, I know it seems like I was an ass- "
"Because you were."
"Okay I was. I accept full responsibility for that." I lift myself up on my elbows, at the same time that he lifts himself off my chest. "But baby, please trust me when I tell you he isn't trustworthy. I've seen him be the reason behind so many deaths. He's a snake Charlie and a rather large one at that."
"He is?" Charlie's eyes widen.
"But don't worry he won't find out about us." I place a kiss on his forehead. "I'll make sure of it."
I pull away and Charlie still looks worried. "I'd rather me die than have him find out. "
"I told him." Charlie blurts out so quickly that I almost don't hear it. I don't say anything for a second. I just stare at him. Charlie told him? But why? We weren't even planning to tell Jack and Malik anything.
"I'm sorry. He broke down about his past and I just... I felt bad for him and then he asked me and I... I... I just couldn't say no to him. He needed someone to trust him and I was willing to be that person but now I fear I may have made a mistake. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Everything's going to be fine. Something tells me the problem will sort itself out. There's nothing we can do about it." Charlie nods along like he's trying to convince himself. I know our problem will be solved. I spoke to dad after the match. I don't think Billy will be here long enough to expose our secret.
*
Billy didn't make it long. They dragged him out of the dining hall during lunch. He was screaming, terrified for his life. It's like he knew it was me who snitched. He kept staring at me as he left. I'll never forget the look on his face. The vein on his forward looked like it was about to pop. His face was a bright scarlet red. His eyes look like bulging frog eyes.
I waited a few minutes before following them. I saw them go into an old shed. I flinched as I heard the gunshot. The next day a new cross way placed in the front of the building, right next to Oliver's cross.
Here lies William Graham Porter 16 years old (born 18 August 1973-07 June 1989)
Cause of death: Allergic reaction
At least I know Charlie and I's secret is safe. I'm sorry Billy.
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Room 537
RomanceSometimes we need to lose a soulmate to find the one... Charlie The year was 1989. I was 16 years old being sentenced to a reformatory in a small city in Jackson. The school was Florida's school for boys, and it was said to truly change the life of...
