Guidestar Combatants

The Heart Break and The Road Trip

Reagan's heart pounded in his chest as he ran down the stairs, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He grabbed a bag and began shoving clothes into it, not even taking a second to make sure he had enough. He just had to get out of here, away from the chaos and confusion that had consumed his life.

But as he rushed out of his room, he froze in his tracks when he saw Oliver standing at the doorway. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to process everything that had happened. He couldn't believe that Oliver had betrayed him like this.

"I'm sorry," Oliver stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to tell her the truth about us. I was only trying to tell my dad."

Reagan's eyes bore into Oliver's, searching for any hint of sincerity. But all he saw was fear and guilt. What was Oliver saying right now? Reagan couldn't even begin to comprehend it. He had to ask, had to know the truth.

"What are you talking about, Oliver?" Reagan's voice trembled with emotion, his heart racing once more.

Oliver turned to walk back into his room, avoiding Reagan's gaze. But Reagan wasn't going to let him off that easily.

"Answer me, Oliver!" he barked, his anger boiling over. But as Oliver turned back around, Reagan's anger turned to shock as he saw the pallor on his face.

"I told your mother about us," Oliver admitted, his voice barely audible. "I did it to make her even more mad. I wanted her to kill herself."

Reagan's heart sank as the weight of Oliver's words hit him. He couldn't believe his best friend had done something so cruel and heartless. But then Oliver's next words sent a surge of rage through him.

"My father killed your father because he was ordered to do it. And then he killed himself because he loved your mother. And all because you couldn't control your temper and tell the fucking truth!"

Reagan's hand instinctively went to the gun tucked in the back of his waistband. He pointed it at Oliver, his hand trembling with rage. But before he could pull the trigger, the lights suddenly went out.

"What the hell just happened?" Jamie's voice echoed through the darkened room as she descended the stairs. Reagan fumbled for his phone, trying to turn on the flashlight. But the screen wouldn't light up.

"My phone won't even come on," Reagan said in frustration. "Go try the car, Jamie."

As Jamie ran back up the stairs, Reagan's eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of Oliver. But he was gone, disappearing into the darkness. Reagan couldn't even see his expression, but he could feel the weight of his betrayal in the air.

He hoped Jamie was safe as she tried to start the car. He didn't know where he would go or what he would do, but he knew one thing for sure: he couldn't trust anyone anymore. Not even his best friend.

Reagan's voice echoed through the empty room, his words dripping with a sense of foreboding. "If only you knew the truth," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I am sorry for your loss." The air seemed to grow thicker as he turned and walked up the stairs, leaving Oliver standing frozen in place.

On the other side of the room, Reagan's footsteps gradually faded away, but Oliver could still feel his presence lingering in the air. His mind raced with questions and suspicions, but he could not bring himself to move.

As Reagan threw open the front door, Jamie's heart raced with fear and confusion. She ran to the car, her heart pounding in her chest as she saw the gun still in Reagan's hand. She had no idea what was happening, but she knew she had to get away.

Reagan ran down the steps towards her, his eyes fierce and determined. Jamie flung open the car door, but the car wouldn't start. Panic set in as she realized they were trapped.