*Bryan's P.O.V
After all the dramatic episodes that happened this afternoon, I couldn't think straight. My father came back and now he's trying to make me believe that all of the pain he cause in my life, was his brother, correction twin brother. Cam said she knew before today about him, that he wasn't the man i killed. Why didn't she tell me? None of this is making any sense, what is happening? I sat in Mr.Classton's office, in the chair across from his desk. I sat there shaking my leg in anger, it happens a lot these few days, i looked through the window waiting for someone to walk in to save me from my own thoughts. "You hit him pretty badly, Bryan." Mr.Classton called out from entering his office without me noticing, my thoughts are clouding all my senses. "I don't care." I spoked shaking my head, why does everyone think i have an emotional tie to this man? "Don't give me that shit. You do care, so stop acting like you don't. He s your father, he deserves your respect." "He doesn't deserve anything besides death, slow and painful death." I murmured under my breath. I heard his steps coming towards me, and i could feel his presence standing infront of me now, but i didn't care. I couldn't care, not after all that has happened. Then, all of a sudden, I felt his hands digging into my shirt pulling me closer to him. "He is your father! Stop acting like that means nothing to you!" I looked him straight in the eyes, "make me." The veins in his arms were beginning to show, even in his neck, though i could careless. "I don't think you know what i'm cappable of." He responded so confident, I could only chuckled at him. "We both know what i'm cappable of, so get your hands off of me until one of us gets hurt. He didn't move, so I guess this is how it's gonna be. "Do you know how much shit I put up with, because of you? Because of you!" He shook me a little, silly move, I remember that for later. Rule number 26; never let your enemy pull you in by emotions. "Do you even understand how much people in this town have helped you?" "-you think i care?" "They have done so much for you, and you treat them like, trash. Their humans, we're humans, Bryan. Start acting like you know that. You have no right acting like your better than anyone from this town, you were raised here. How dare you?" "How dare I? How dare I! How dare you!? Do you even understand how fucking confused i've been? I've lived with the guilt eating away at me, yes the guilt I am human too. I've lived with guilt since I was 6 years old, I shouldn't have. I was only a child, just starting to find my way, but no I had to live with the guilt of death weighing on my shoulders. The death of thousands, millions of people, not only the ones i've killed, but that man's. That man you keep telling me to respect? He's killed people who don't deserve that pain! He could have stopped! My own mother had to run away from him! Tell me again why he deserves my respect? He's no angel, so stop acting like he is." I pushed Mr.Classton away from me, disgusted by the way he showed himself to me. I have so many regrets, but killing the man who attacked thousands of millions of women, inclusing my own mother, wasn't one of the them. "Where's Laya?" I finally had the nerve to calm my emotions, to ask about the only angel I cared about. "Taking care of your father, since you brutly attacked the man to the floor. Go see for yourself." Laya was with Peter? Damnit, I knew things weren't going to be normal, but do they have to be this horrible? Why couldn't I just kill myself when I had the chance?
*Laya's P.O.V.
"I'm sorry Bryan attacked you, he normally isn't like that." Lie, Bryan was always like this, but this man brought more anger than before, and I didn't think that was possible. I examined the brusies on his face, placing ice upon the brusies. I could help but notice how much he resembled Bryan's facial features, and that the man was staring directly at me. He was the classic country man, the plaid shirt, the jeans, and the cowboys boots. Where has he been? Those clothes need a serious cleaning. "What's your name, little lady?" Oh dear he's country accent; do not laugh, just act like everything is normal. Gross, he was grinning at me. "My name's Laya, and yours?" Nice save Laya. I mentally patted myself on the back. "Peter, people call me Pete too. Just call me a name and we'll be dandy. Say Laya, what's Bryan like? I'm sure he doesn't just attack someone everyday like this, well at least I know he can protect himself." Hah! Bryan some sort of wimpy, doesn't this man know that Bryan is like a professional killer? "I've only known him for the passed year, but I can tell you all that I know?" "Anything will help, dear." Damn, Peter was nothing like Bryan personalitly wise, yet they looked so similar. Their jaw lines were exactly alike, their beautiful brown eyes were amazing, both were physical fit, what else did they share? "Well he can be a sweetheart sometimes, but he has a temper as you know." I said pointing to the marks across his face. He nodded, stroking some of the brusies. "Yeah, i've noticed." He nodded at me to continute, he was so eager to hear more. It was another thing that him and Bryan shared, they respected a women's voice. So then how did this man kill those women? It was so strange, then again everything was strange ever since i met Bryan. "Bryan can be passionte as times, that's only because when he cares about someone, he doesn't let them become hurt by ther wrong doing." I sighed, how does this man not know nothing about his own son? "Can I ask you a question?" I blurted out, it made Peter kind of jump alittle. I had to know though, it was eating away at me. "Yes ma'am." He answered, he was so politie. "Did you love her?" Peter looked confused so then the words just flew out of my mouth. "Your wife, or ex-wife? Bryan's mom, did you love her?" Did I seriously just say that? "Taylor, her name is Taylor." He responded so darkly. "Did you love Taylor?" Damn I felt like an utter asshole asking the most stupidest questions. "If i didn't, then why would i marry her?" He relaxed, and laughed after he answered the question. I pressed the ice bag against his brusies harder, it made him jerk back. I moved closer, not as much pressure this time."Then why all those women? Why torture that many women?" I could feel Peter's breath on my skin, I knew he didn't want to answer, which meant Bryan was right about him. I had to know though, I couldn't make sense of it. He seemed like a sweetheart, it couldn't be true. Plus, you can't just marry someone and have a child with her,and then decide to attack women for a hobby, doesn't make sense. "Simple, I didn't do it." Lie, you bastard, you know you did it. Stop lying you utter asshole. Act cool Laya, pretend that you don't think he's some sort of a killer man, who describe to be put in jail for the rest of his miserable life. "So who did?" Nice safe Laya, good job. I looked at him, into his brown eyes, he knew. He grabbed the ice from my hands and placed it next to his leg, then grabbed my hand. "Oh dear lord, he's touching you!" Stupid little voice in my head couldn't stop talking. "Ma'am, I wasn't born yesterday, I can tell when someone doesn't believe a word that I speak. Most people don't believe me anyways. I might as well just leave now, since my own damn son doesn't wish to even talk to me." He shifted in his seat, he seemed so disappointed,pure sad. That's when i knew, Peter was tellng the truth. No one can fake that much pain, it's emotionally impossible. "The man Bryan had described was nothing like you. Therefore, he doesn't know the real you. There's always a chance to start new, Peter." I whispered while pulling my hand away from his. and grabbed the ice bag, that was melted. I walked to sink and poured everything in the bag out. "How did he describe me?" Peter asked me with the most sadden voice. I turned around noticing Peter had his head down. I couldn't tell him that Bryan thought of him as some sort of monster, i'm not that cruel. "That doesn't matter, does it? I mean, neither of you truly know the other. You're here now, and your nothing like he thinks you are. Now your chance to get to know each other, in years Things always changes, meaning it could now. Don't you agree with me?" He looked up to meet eyes with me once again. I smiled at him, to have a return smile back. He's no monster, just broken from a life time of hurt just like Bryan. "Laya, you're a sweet girl, I'm glad Bryan has managed to get you in his life." Peter was so kind, he reminded me of my own dad. Dad, mom, my parents, oh dear god. I wonder how their doing? Are they looking for me? Maybe I should call them, check up? Make sure they know i'm okay. Yes, no? I miss them. I started to get teary-eyed, and that's when Peter wrapped his strong arms around me. "Everything will be okay." He whispered to me, which only made me feel like crying even more. I was injured, i haven't talked to my parents in days, and i'm with a paid killer and his father who supposivly killed, raped, and tortured women for a hobby, everything was not going to be okay. As i was about to speak, there was a knock on the door. I unraveled from Peter's embrace to see Bryan in the doorway. I was glad to see him, I rushed over to him wrapping my arms around him. Clueless what was going on he stood there, not knowing what to do. I heard Peter whisper to him "hug her back." I felt his arms wrapping around me, I just wanted someone to know i wasn't okay. That i'm hurting enough to the point where it shows i'm human. "Laya," i looked up to see Bryan's face staring at me, "are you okay?" I coughed trying to hide the fact i was crying, over emotional much. "I'm better now." I answered leaving his arms,and stepping back. Bryan looked straight toward his father, showing no emotions whatsoever. "Can i talk to my father, alone?"
