Beau and Arrows (A Beau Brooks/Janoskians Story)

How About Justice?

 “Paige!” She heard a voice shout after her. “Paige! Paige! Paige!” Each time she was shouted, the tone got less and less aggressive. But she couldn't stop running, she had to get away from him. She knew he would find her, and probably kill her but she wanted to speak to people before she died. She wanted to say goodbye to Beau.

Her taxi she had ordered before the show started was waiting for her as promised. She jumped in, still in her dress and stilettos. Tears trickled down her face.

“Drive!” She ordered.

“Are you ok, ma'am?” The taxi driver asked. She saw Danny emerging from the back door. His suit was still hanging onto him as he wore it perfectly, clinging onto ever muscle in his body.

“Drive!” She shouted louder. Obeying orders, he sped into gear through the back of the stage lot. Danny sunk to his knees, begging for her to come back to him.

Danny's POV (yes, a Point of View:D )

All I could hear was my mother and father arguing downstairs. Mum thought I was depressed. I'd barely been home an hour and they were already planning to send me to some kind of psychiatric ward. I wasn't crazy, I was in love. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I resided to opening another bottle of vodka. I'd never really been a drinker, especially for spirits, but I needed something to talk the edge off, to numb the pain.

“Danny, honey!” My mother chirped again. I love her, but I didn't need her.

“Now isn't a good time!” I shouted down the stairs. It turned out she was a lot closer then I thought as I heard her body press against the door.

“I think now is an excellent time.” She said, opening the door. I didn't want her seeing me like this, my shirt off, my eyes drooping and me downing another bottle of alcohol. “Put the bottle down.” She told me. I just stared at her. “Put the bottle down!” She yelled. Slowly, as if she was mad I lowered the bottle to the ground. “Now tell me what happened.” She told me earnestly. I nodded, I didn't know where to begin, or what to say. Feelings were entwined and interluded with one another. I didn't know where to begin.

So I told her of everything; my feelings towards Paige, my agreement with Sam, our break up, my deal with Angela. I told her of all of the reasons why Paige should hate me and then all of the reasons why I hoped she didn't. I told her how guilty I felt for loving Paige even though she went out with my best friend, I told her how I resented myself for what happened with Angela. How I hated myself for how I was being manipulated. How I was hurting the person I was trying to protect. And through all of this, through the parts where I expected that she would hate me for. And through the entire story she remained emotionless, not giving away anything.

“Oh Danny.” She told me, pulling me into a tight hug. Tears streamed down my face as I hugged her back.

“How did I get into this?” I asked her.

“You care too much.” Mum replied.

“I know.” My eyes were forlorn. I felt so out of place in this world, it was like I was only me when I was with Paige. What had she found out? Did she know the plan? I hoped not, it would ruin her.

My eyes wandered for a second over to the sink, which was visible seeing as the door to my ensuite was open. I saw a razor, but instead of connecting it with pain, and cutting, I connected it to Paige. I connected it to the night I should have been there for her, the night I should have taken the pain away and made it all ok. I had been informed of everything she had done, I knew the personal details of her life she wished I hadn't known, even though she was not aware of the knowledge. Yet, so do I. I wished I didn't know what I knew. I wished I had never gotten involved. I wished I had never signed that contract. I knew my punishment was death, but so what? I was already dead inside, for what I was doing. It couldn't get much worse then that.

My mother rushed around, giving me ice cream and coffee to try and make me feel better. She knew how to please me. When it was all over, when it was finished, I would give my reward money to her, all of it. She did everything for me, I wanted to give something back to her. And then, maybe I could give the rest of the money to Paige. Maybe if I bought her a giant teddy bear and a chocolate fondue and a house in Paris and anything else romantic I could think of she would love me, and we could be together. I was sure Beau was a nice guy, I was sure he treated her right. But I was also sure he could probably live without her. I had promised she would not be harmed in any way, and by God if they didn't stick by their promise I would kill them!

“Honey!” My mothers walk voice coaxed from down the stairs. “You have a female guest.”

Paige!

My eyes brightened up, and my head propped up.

“Send her up!” I tried my best not to reveal a girly squeal I was hiding. I rushed around my room, cleaning up the alcohol, the clothes on the floor, the empty bowls and plates that were scattered around my room. I could hear her coming up the stairs. I tried my best to sober up in 10 seconds so she didn't see me in any kind of state.

“Danny?” My head snapped to the door. The voice was familiar, but not the familiar voice I was looking for.

“Oh, it's you.” Angela stood before her, pouting and squinting her eyes. She was wearing a red dress and had stuffed money and papers down her bra, which was obvious seeing as her cleavage up to her chin.

“Well, don't sound too excited to see me.” She told him, stepping closer as if she was trying to somehow seduce me.

“Am I ever excited to see you?” Danny asked.

“You used to be.” She smiled when she saw she had struck a nerve. In my mind I flash backed to that night, but I forced myself to forget.

“What do you want, what are you doing here?” I asked, keeping my ground.

“Where are your manners?” Angela asked.

“Where are yours? What are you doing?” I exclaimed.

“I need you to leave the country.” Angela told me, stepping so close our noses touched. Something about this position reminded me of all of that time ago, and it somehow felt comfortable. I shook the thought out of my head. The fireworks from long ago were still burning inside of me, but no longer for her.

“..You need me to what!?” I finally managed to choke. I couldn't leave Paige, I wouldn't know if she was alright or not. I couldn't now.

“Leave... The.... Country....” She spaced the words to patronise me, as if I was some kind of kid. I was really, but I would never admit it, not to her. I was only 18, I was way to young for any of this, for any of this pressure.

“When?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, to shove her's out of my face. I didn't want to leave, but I was afraid of how much worse it could become if I didn't. She reached down her cleavage and pulled out boarding passes, aeroplane information and everything else I needed. She smiled, enjoying the attention I was giving to her fake boobs. I rolled my eyes, she was full of herself.

“Tonight.”

A/N: Wow! Ahahha looks like I'm writing a sequel to Beau and Arrows! I knew I wanted to do a second one for most of the book, but I only know the start and the end, not what I want to happen in the middle ahaha so if you have any ideas  please inbox me :) I'll do other books aswell most likely though :D At the end of every chapter, can you please comment who you think the killer is please? Everyone's been a bit shady this chapter! Ooh, yeah I'd be really interested to know, so could you please comment who you think the killer is, until the actual end of the book?? Thank you!