My Understandings [ON HOLD/EDITING]

My Understandings: Part 23

"Edith. Edith wake up." I feel a hand on my shoulder and open my eyes to see a tired Alan shaking me. I shut my eyes and pull the blanket over my head. I groan as Alan pulls the blanket off of me, I replace it with a pillow. As soon as the pillow is taken off my face I give in.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat." I groan as I rub my eyes and sit up. Alan always wakes me up at the worst times. He hands me a piece of crumpled up paper and sits down on my bed.

"It says it's for you on there. I didn't wanna read it until you did. It was taped onto my front door..." He says. He looks to the floor and plays with his hands, he's obviously as nervous as I am. I unfold the paper and immediately recognize the handwriting of a cunt I call my father.

"It's from my dad." I look up at Alan who scoots closer to me and leans against the wall, reading the note over my shoulder. What does this guy want now? He already killed my friends...

Whore. Or wait. Should I call you Edith?

There's a start to a loving letter.

I love how worried you are about your friends. Watching you break down every 5 minutes is the highlight of my day. 

Asshole.

I haven't killed them, Yet.

Oh well I guess the aren't dead yet.

Have you had fun with us chasing you? Yesterday was a pretty close call with you and your little boyfriend. Did I ruin your romantic night? Sorry. But now it's time that you're really in trouble. I'm on my way to get pretty boy right now. Then your little ginger kid. Then you. 

Love.

Dad

I drop the note and lean back against the wall and put my face in my hands. Why is this happening. This can't be happening. I pull my knees up to my chest and stare at the blanket in my lap. I feel a hand on my back and I look over to see Alan staring off into the distance.

"What happened yesterday? Who's your... boyfriend?" He says starting to look back at me. 

"I went to this beach last night with Austin because I couldn't sleep and there were people there and they chased us... and..." I lean my head on Alan's shoulder and begin to cry. I feel him stiffen and I see him clenching his fists. I know he's mad at me, I shouldn't have left... I just didn't know what to do.

"Edith you shouldn't have gone out last night." He says starting to stand up. I can see the anger in him as I look up to defend myself. "Do you know what could have happened to you if you didn't get away?!" He shouts.

"I'm sorry! I couldn't sleep!" i shout back. I sit up straight.

"My rooms right down the hall!" He shouts.

"I didn't wanna bother you! Austin was already awake!" I yell.

"Edith we're ... best friends. I'm always here, you don't have to go bother someone you barely know to keep you up at night." He says angrily. I didn't mean to make him angry but it seems like he's over reacting right now.

"Austin and I are good friends now so I wasn't bothering someone I barely know! It's not like you would have stayed up with me anyway!" I shout, a little louder than I wanted to. Alan squints his eyes.

"Is Austin the new me now? Do you just hang around here for a place to stay? I would have stayed up with you because I care about you and I thought we were good friends but I guess now you like to wake up in the middle of the night and go to the beach to make out with your new boyfriend!" He yells. That's it.

"You know what Alan?! Just shut up! You don't know anything about what happened! We have a bigger problem going on here!" I yell. Alan opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He sighs and quickly walks out of the room. I hear him stomp down the stairs and the front door closing. I run to one of the windows in my room and see him getting in his car. He takes a quick look up to my window and we make eye contact for a few second. He hops in his car and drives away. 

The realization kicks in that I just set up Alan to get killed. Oh no. If he goes out anywhere alone he's bound to get killed or taken by my dad. Shit! I run over to my bed and grab my phone out from under the blankets and dial a number.

"Austin!" I yell as I hear someone pick up the phone. I'm hoping that it's Austin and not someone else. I can't bear the thought of losing anyone else, especially now. I can't think about losing Alan either. That's why I need Austin right now.

"What's up? Why are you calling so early?" He asks groggily. I rush over to my closet and slip on a T-shirt. I'm surprised he answered, I assumed he would be gone by now considering my dad promised to go get him. Fucking cunt.

"Austin. My dad's out to get you and Alan. Alan and I just... sort of got in a fight but it doesn't matter but we need to go find him!" I shout into the phone. I hear shuffling on the other line.

"What happened?" He asks. I let out a sigh and rush to the bathroom to brush my hair.

"That doesn't matter right now! We just need to find him!"

"Ok. I'll be there as soon as I can." He sounds worried, we can't lose anyone else. I rush down the stairs and run through the kitchen.

"Edith?" I hear Alan's mom from the living room. "Can you come here please?" She asks. I sigh and walk over to the living room and I'm met with Alan's parents, Tino's dad, Aaron's mom, Phil's dad, Devon's parents, and Kat's parents.

"What's going on..." I ask slowly walking over to the gathering of worried parents.

"We're not sure. But we know you do." Kat's mom says. I look over confused and Alan's mom pulls up a chair for me. 

"We just want you to tell us anything that you know about.. where the kids could be or... what happened to them." Alan's mom sits next to me. I jump out of my chair as I hear Austin's car pull up.

"I'm so sorry! I really am! But If I don't leave right now someone else could go missing so I really have to go I'm sorry!" I say as I run to the front door. I hear everyone start to ask questions but it's too late. I'm out the door and into Austin's car. He puts it in drive and starts to head in the opposite direction of town.

"What are you doing?" I ask. "Alan would have headed to town. Where are we going?" I ask looking around trying to recognize where we are.

"Alan only goes one place when he's angry or sad, he goes to see Zach."

"Zach Brewer? He died in 6th grade from cancer. Is there another Zach?" I ask. Alan's best friend before he met me was Zach Brewer. Zach was the type of kid who you knew would go to Harvard or Yale someday. Him and Alan did everything together until Zach had to stay in the hospital and... eventually died."

"Nope. Same Zach." He says calmly as he turns onto a main road heading towards the cemetery. I had no idea Alan still went to Zach's grave... he told me he stopped going 3 years ago.

I just hope that he's there...

[Author's Note]

Ok guys I just wanna say again thanks for reading this I had no idea it would ever get 1000 reads so thank you. 

I'm wririting another OM&M fic so look out for that! I feel really confident with it. :)