So for the first time. I'm writing a author's note.
Most of you don't know this because you don't know me... But this story all started because of my dear friend Jake, I haven't been able to get my thoughts straight lately because of his passing away. Without him being here to tell me whether or not this is a good way to have the story go.. It's been hard thinking of things but i promise a friend i'd continute, soo there goes everything..
Marcy's P.O.V.
I saw him standing there, asking me questions about Bryan. I couldn't think straight, how was he here? Wasn't he suppose to be dead, buried under ground? Or what I believed, tortured like he tortured those women. He made Bryan, he trained Bryan. He was, after all, Bryan's father. Yes, the man Bryan supposivly killed. If Bryan had killed him years ago then how on earth was he standing infront of me, wanting to know where his son was. Are you as confused as I am? "Listen lady, I wanna see my son, and if you can't help me, then move your booty. I need to see him, he thinks i'm dead! How in heavens am I dead? I'm breathing aren't I?" I could tell the man has been drinking, he stank from alcohol. The smell made my head ache, can this man be anymore horrible. "LADY! I SAID GO GET MY GOD DAMN SON!" Excuse me? Did that man just yell at me? "Listen here, sir. You need to calm down, not everyone in this town needs to know you are here. So, if you could shush up, that'd be nice. Come with me, i'll take you to your son. Even though he's with someone, I'm sure she wouldn't mind meeting you." i replied, stubborn old man would have never shut up if i hadn't. "Thank you pretty lady." Oh gesh he's country accent was just plain sad. Where was this man hiding? Under the worse rock on the planet? Must have, to have that kind of accent, dear heavens. As i walked the drunken man towards Mr.Classtown's shop, i couldn't help but to think, Bryan has brought so much horrible-ness to this little town. Why am I about to help him? This man, this drunken man has brought that demon child into the world. Why had this nut case come back? He was meant to be in jail, or by Bryan's words, dead. As we walked up the steps of Mr.Classton's shop, i could see that this man, was beyond the means of taking care of anyone, and me bringing him to see his killer son, wasn't the smartest move i've ever made. Oh well, too late to turn back now. I walked the drunken man over to the seats in the hallway, "listen you sit here, I'll go get Bryan." I stepped away then turned back around and said "stay!" I felt like I was taking care of a puppy still learning all the basic tricks. I walked to Laya's room, oh that poor Laya, she's in the middle of all of this. I feel so bad for her, besides the fact she thinks she knows who the real Bryan is. Just look what he did to Camryn, she's a mess too. Learn from other's mistakes honey. I walked into the room, seeing a disgusting sight. Yes, Laya and Bryan snuddle up together on the bed. Ew. All i said was "He's back." and Bryan understood. The only He was his father. The only person who actually knew his name other than Bryan and his mother who abandon him, and of course his dead beat father, was Camryn. You can't act like you didn't see that coming, Camyrn and Bryan did have history. That isn't going to just dissappear.
*Bryan's P.O.V.
How could he be back? I killed him. I know i did. I felt myself strangling him, not allowing him to breathe. Not after i saw him..attack my mother. I know for a fact, his man, whoever he was couldn't have been my father. Laya turned her head to look at my eyes, "Bryan, you should go talk to him. Whoever he is." She smiled at me. Knowing that she felt comfortable around me again lighted my mood. "He is suppose to my father. Still think I should go talk to him?" I joked around. Not knowing what was about to happen. Laya jumped from the bed and ran down the hall barefoot. She dissappeared down the hall, i sighed. "And that's the girl you like." Marcy remarked. "Marcy, you have no room to talk, ms.haven't-had-a-relationship-in-years." Marcy annoyed me so much. She thought she knew everything about me, just because she has some sort of fling with my dear friend/doctor Mr.Classton, which is "un-holly" as she says. After the remark I made, both of us heard a screech from down the hall. "Laya!" I ran down the hall, seeing Laya up against a wall as my father's face was inches away. "TELL ME WHERE HE IS!" "Peter!" I yelled at my father before rushing up to him, knocking my right fist to his jaw. The blow was so powerful, that he fell to the floor. I grabbed his shirt and continuted to hit him across the face. In between punches i managed to utter the words, "don't you fucking touch her" under my breath. In rage, I hadn't notice someone had stepped through the shop's door. "Bryan! Stop!! You don't understand!!" I turned my head to see, Cam standing there, yelling like a complete idiotic person. Mr.Classton pulled me off my father. "You don't have to complete story. He didn't hurt your mom, he's brother did." What the hell is she talking about now. "It was him! I know it was him!" I couldn't control my emotions any longer. "You killed the right man! But the wrong person you thought it was!" She yelled back. Laya layed her hand on my shoulder, "Bryan, calm down." How dare she? This man caused so much pain in my life and I was suppose to act like none of that happened? Hadn't she understood? "He destroyed my family, Laya. He destroy my life, my mother's life, those women's lives! He deserves death!" I turned to look at him one last time. "Son, that wasn't me. You mistaken me for my brother, my twin brother:" What the hell has my life turned into?
