A Perfect Mistake

|Chapter Twenty Six| - A Traitor

A week later, Sarah Heley found herself on Brielle's parents doorstep. She was practically shaking. She had no clue if Brielle was home and how Brielle would react when and if they got to speak.

Sarah decided to knock and pray Brielle answered the door. Of course she did.

"Sarah?"

"Hi."

Brielle glared at the younger girl. "What do you want?" She asked coldly.

"Can we talk?" Sarah asked, trying not to be intimidated by the older girl.

"I guess. Let's sit out here. My parents have had a hard time meeting people I knew because of the group." Brielle said, motioning to two chairs.

"Alright. I understand." Sarah said.

"So, how are you and Matt?" Brielle asked.

"Well," Sarah started. She knew better than to tell Brielle about Matt's plan. He was still her brother and she was still loyal to the Heley's. "Well, Matt and I had a bad falling out so I've not talked to him recently. I went back to my parents and they, thankfully, took me in." Sarah said.

Brielle nodded. "I understand. My parents have had a hard time coming to terms with who I was."

"It's amazing to think that if all this hadn't happened that we'd still hate each other. I'd still be a spy and you'd be engaged." Sarah said.

"It's quite strange. However, I've met someone else." Brielle said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I met him in Ireland." Brielle said, looking at Sarah. "You should really get out there. You're gorgeous."

Sarah blushed. "I've always been envious of you. I've got battle scars all over me. You, you always managed to walk away from a fight the way you showed up."

"Thanks for reminding me of the fact that I didn't fit in." Brielle mumbled.

"No, I didn't mean it that way. It's easy to see why Brett loved you so much. You're both polar opposites and opposites attract." Sarah said. Brielle smiled.

"You are an interesting person, Sarah Heley."

"I know." Both girls laughed. "Listen, Brielle, I went back by the room. I found something on the floor. I hope you don't mind that I read it." Sarah said, taking the vows out of her pocket.

"What is this?" Brielle asked.

"Read it and you'll find out."

Brielle looked down at the paper.

Vows. Was scrawled across the top in the chicken scratch Brett called his handwriting.

"Oh, Sarah." She whispered.

"I'll leave that way you can read them by yourself." Sarah said, standing up. She smiled and hurried down the steps in front of Brielle's house.

Brielle looked back down at the paper. She smiled before beginning to read.

For our wedding:

I didn't prepare something long. It's just not me.

There aren't enough words in the English language for me to describe how much I love you, and how happy I am that you are here today, standing across from me, in front of our family and friends, about to be my wife.
I can't describe how happy I am seeing you walk down the aisle. I don't normally get nervous but I'm shaking right now.

I've not got much left to say. The standard, I will love you until I die just won't cut it. Today, I swear to love you forever and one day more. You're my rock, my heart, my better half, my everything.

I love you, Brie.

Brielle was sobbing when she finished. She wiped her eyes and folded the paper up.

Brielle headed back inside and upstairs to her room. In her closet was a box that had all the things she had received from Brett. She put the paper in the box and laid down on her bed.

Soon, Brielle was asleep, dreaming sweet dreams about Brett and things they had done.

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"Brielle Jessica! Get downstairs now!"

Brielle was awakened by her mother screaming for her. "What the heck did I do now?!" Brielle said out loud.

"Coming!" She yelled back. Brielle grabbed her phone and ran downstairs.

"Brielle!"

"I'm right behind you, momma." Brielle said.

Mrs. Blackwell turned to face her daughter. "Look at the television screen."

Brielle looked and saw the news was on. "Good evening. My name is Katie Brooks. I'm currently sat right outside of Sarah's Diner, a local restaurant. Out behind the restaurant my colleague, Mark Scott, has the story."

"Good evening, folks. I'm Mark Scott. Earlier in the year I reported about a gang fight right here in Albemarle. Tonight, tensions seemed to have boiled over within the gangs.

"The owner of the restaurant I'm standing behind says she walked outside to find this. The words 'snitches get stitches' painted in red paint on the back wall of her restaurant.

"If that's not chilling enough, Sarah, the owner of Sarah's Kitchen, says she walked to the dumpster behind me, opened it, and screamed. In it was a young girl who was dead. Ironically, she was named Sarah.

"Her attacker has not been named and the police have not listed any possible suspects. However, we do know she was a past member of a gang here in Albemarle."

With that, Mrs. Blackwell cut the news off. Brielle was sobbing. "She didn't deserve it." Brielle cried.

Mrs. Blackwell rubbed her daughters back. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm sure she was a close friend."

Brielle just nodded. "I'm going upstairs." She whispered.

Brielle went back to her room and thought about who could've done such a thing to Sarah. She knew Sarah had said something about going back to live with her parents.

"Matt wouldn't." Brielle whispered.

Someone was sitting outside of Brielle's window, on a tree limb, smirking to themselves.

"Matt would." They whispered.

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- Alainna