Never Let Go

Tell The Truth Part 2: Chapter 9

Ian P.O.V.
"You can tell me Z"

"If I tell you, you won't even want to talk to me again"

"Trust me" I say grabbing her hand.

"Promise to be open minded and to hear me out?"

"I promise"

I killed the engine as I leaned back in my seat prepared to hear her story. I have a gut feeling that this story is something I don't want to be revealed but I just had to know.

"Do you think this is the right time?"

"No better time then now, just say it."

She inhaled a deep breath as she averted her eyes away from mine. Her reflection from the window showed that her eyes were glistening as tears threatened to fall.

"When Khloé went to school at Oakley High with me she dated my brother before he committed suicide. Our freshman year is when they started to go out"

"What, but me and her was together then" I say confused.

"Obviously she was playing the both of you. Her and my brother dated for a while but me and her never got along so I kept my distance. He did everything for her, anything she would ask for he would give it to her."

"So when she became distant and stopped coming around that really bugged him out. He blew her phone up everyday but she never answered. I'm guessing she was with you."

"Wow" I say shaking my head.

This shit is mad crazy.

"When she did start to come back around she turned him against me and my mom. She brainwashed him so bad that he thought everybody was against him. That night I had a weird feeling, I guess it was a twin thing but I knew something had to have happened. I called him over and over and he never picked up. So when he bust through his  bedroom door covered in blood and holding a gun, I just lost it."

I could feel my body growing hot and this weird sensation took over me. A feeling I've tried to avoid since that accident.

Rage.

"I tried asking him what happened but he just kept saying she didn't want him to and that he had to show his love to her. He kept saying he didn't mean too and that it was a mistake."

I watched as she wiped the tears that fell from her eyes. A part of me wanted to wipe them away and comfort her but I couldn't seem to move my body.

"The next day I went to her house hoping to get answers but her and her family already packed up and moved. With all the media and news reports threatening to find the shooter my brother just couldn't handle the guilty feeling he had"

"So he killed himself" I say finally able to speak.

She nodded sadly. "In our basement, he hung himself only leaving a note to say he was sorry."

Now that the whole truth was out, why didn't I feel liberated? I've wanted these answers for so long that now that I got them it just made me feel shitty. Out of this whole story I've learned three things:
1. Khloé is a sneaky manipulative bitch

2. Love can make you do crazy shit, and