Criminal Case Oneshots

Comforting Your Trauma

Issac's POV

Today was supposed to be a great day! It'll be memorable for sure but not for the right reasons! I got invited to a convention because of my job. Creating erotic audios pays well and it gives me a lot of internet fame but I did not think it would lead to me being invited to a convention. I was invited to HellaHorny Con and was given two tickets to bring two friends along. I didn't want to leave one of them behind but Joan offered to stay home. The convention was hosted in her hometown of Cheltenham and she did get us a place to stay. Joan's parents offered to let us stay, and it got us out of the cost of a hotel. Charlie, Alia, and I have had a lot of fun at this convention. I was speaking at tables and meeting fans.

I even got to meet the best and most popular erotic audio artist and pornstar on the Hub, Seamus Doyle. He is very famous, not to mention gorgeous, or I guess I should say was. I was talking to Seamus at his booth when this girl came over and offered him a drink of whiskey. Seamus took a swig of half of it but he immediately got sick from it. He collapsed and began convulsing. I tried to help as much as I possibly could, but he stopped moving after a few minutes, his green eyes darkening as life faded from him. I ran to find the nearest security guard. Then we got interrogated for murder. Getting accused of the murder of your greatest inspiration is a horrible feeling but seeing someone die is much worse. I'm going to be thinking about that in my dreams, I'm going to be haunted. The three of us got into our rental car. I sit silently in the front passenger seat as Charlie drives. Alia sits in the backseat, looking out the window.

"Is everyone okay? I know that today's events sucked for everyone." Charlie says.

"It was a terrible experience! I'm just happy that the crazy fan didn't go after you, Issac." Alia replies.

"Me too," I mutter.

"You didn't see him die, did you, my dove?" Charlie asks, glancing at me in the dashboard mirror.

I look out the window, noticing that we've arrived at the Vattersby residence. Charlie parks the car and I get out of the car. He and Alia get out of the car. I walked inside, not wanting to talk about what I saw. I shove past Mister and Misses Vattersby, heading to my room. Alia and I were sharing a room, just like how we do at home. I open the door to the bathroom and shut myself inside, sinking to my feet and curling up into a ball. Finally, alone where no one can see me be vulnerable, I don't like having people see me cry, I break down into tears. I sob into the comfortable fleece fabric of my sweatpants.

Charles' POV

I watch as Issac retreats inside. I saw tears pricking his beautiful eyes as he ran past us. I sigh. I know that Issac didn't answer my question but I think his reaction says it all. The poor thing probably saw everything that happened to that Irish pornstar. I never met the guy, although I've seen a bit of his... material. The con was a bit embarrassing for me. Some fans of Seamus Doyle thought that I was him. It was embarrassing that someone thought that I could be a famous pornstar or that I look like one. I turned around to see who was talking to me when the fans grumbled that it wasn't him and walked away.

Embarrassing encounters don't matter right now. I walked inside and Alia followed me. I don't see Issac anywhere, did he go hide in his room? Mister and Misses Vattersby were sitting together in the living room sipping tea.

"Did either of you see where Issac went?" I query.

"He went to his room, dear, although he seemed upset. Did something happen at the convention?" Mrs. Vattersby responds.

"It didn't have a nice ending..." Alia hums.

"What do you mean by that?" Mister Vattersby questions.