Chapter 12

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1 week later

DARREL (RAPIST) POV***

I watched through the back window of my Sedan as Rylin entered the morgue. To the right of her stood my nephew Jackson and to the left stood Brooke, my neice. Zach, Brooks current play toy, was jogging behind them trying to catch up after locking the car.

I havent seen Jackson since the day in the court room. He had walked out with me to see a crowd surrounding the base of the court house. We both had glanced up to see none other than Rylin threatning to jump. Her black dress was flapping around her ankles, while hair whisked across her face. We stood in shock, before Jackson took off sprinting up the stairs. I had tried calling after him but he ignored me. I would have followed but I knew he was going to Rylin and due to a restraining order I wasnt allowed near her, and I wasnt about to break that in a court house.

With my yelling everyones attention had turned to me. Not wanting them to notice me I put my head down, and speed walked towards my car.

A few days later and the news had came out, Jackson had aparently went off the building after her. After that I hadnt talked to him. I had tried texting him but he wouldnt respond. I was on my way to my parents house, when I spotted him, with none other than Rylin. Anger pulsed through my veins, at the betrayal. Kepping her alive is one thing. But this? Is purely evil.

After they all entered the building I slowly pulled away from the curb, heading to the house.

The key was still buried in the flower pot next to the front steps. I pushed it into the key hole and silently stepped inside. I had parked my car a few hundred feet down the road in trees in case they returned.

Since Jackson wasnt answering me, I will make him. Quickly I climbed the stairs and pushed open the room he always used. Just as planned I spotted his back pack thrown caressly in the corner. I grabbed a notebook from the desk and the pen from my shirt pocket.

We need to talk. Meet me at the tree stand at midnight. Not a minute late. - Uncle Darrel

Sighing in contentment I placed the folded letter on the perfectly made bed. Not wanting to stick around any more I made my way downstairs. I slipped through the front door and reburied the key. I sprinted to the cover of the forest, making my way back to the hidden car.

RYLIN POV***

We all headed into town to meet Zach's aunt and give her my 'will.' She had told us the plan and how she would make it real and more convincing. She explained that we would have a makeshift crime scene. She would apply makeup and fake blood to make it appear as a self inflicted gun wound. Then she would snap a few pictures, and send her assistant to deliver the news to my mother.

I was a little skeptical at first but decided not to question the plan because I was just happy everyone was helping me.

When we left the morgue we all went to get some ice cream before heading back to the house. Me and Brooke was going to go shopping this afternoon and spend the nigut at Zach's because his house was closer to the mall.

With that in mind I went to my room to change. I slipped on my favorite jeans that had rips down the thighs. I paired it with a cute pink crop top and white sandals. Satisfied I wandered a few foors down to Jacksons room. When I knocked and pushed open the door, he was sitting on the bed. A peice of paper was fisted in his hands and he looked beyond pissed. Not wanting to make it worse I just said bye before closing the door behind me.

Brooke was already dressed leaning against the counter swirling the keys on her index finger. "Lets go!" She said as we practically sprinted to the car.

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"That isnt even cute!" Brooke yelled as she pushed the metal hangers across the rack. They screeched at the metal on metal contact, making me cringe back. "You said that about the last five shirts!" I shouted back, my temper was slowly dimenashing making be bitter. "Okay, okay fine. Lets just leave, im tired anyways." She murmered with her hands up in a surrender position. I nodded my head in agreement before throwing all my picked out items on the nearest shelf.

I know its short and im sorry this next chapter will be longer I promise! Vote comment all that amazing stuff. Thanks guys ~Bre

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