The Outcast

Chapter 9. The moment of mourning.

                        Cody's POV

I didn't do it. I couldn't have done it. How were my fingerprints on that syringe? I barely knew Haden how was I supposed to help him kill someone.

The way Cheyenne looked at me, the hurt so engraved in her eyes. The tears that were painted there; never to be removed. I wanted to tell her, and I wanted to scream at the other to let me go and hold her.

I paced back and forth in the prison cell. I didn't do it. How could I have done it? I was trying to find out who actually did it. Why would I work so hard to find the culprit just for it to be me?

Amelia, she was dead and the one who truly killed her is still out there; living their life like nothing happened.

I needed to get out, to escape. I couldn't though, at the moment I hated myself. Cheyenne was probably hurting so much right now and I couldn't help her. I couldn't avenge my best friend either.

"You can't think like that. You can't do everything yourself but you can use what you can. You have to learn to love yourself..."

Amelia's words to Cheyenne switched on a light in my head.

I was going to find the culprit and I was going to get out. I could ask for paper, some pens and I could figure this out.

This is what I need to do.

I walked over to the cell bars and hit the call button, and soon a guard came over to my cell.

"What?" Dang, chill. "I need some paper and pens please." I requested and he rolled his eyes and filled it.

I sat down and started thinking of anyone and I mean anyone who could've done this. Her friends, family, enemies.

Amelia didn't have much family left, but there were few. The only close friends she had were Cheyenne and I.  She had a lot of enemies. Anyone would want to kill her. Although, I refused to give up and thought of the ones who attacked us the most.

Green Moon Pack.
Rose Gibbous Pack.

Then a thought occurred to me; a memory.

Amelia was unconscious on the hospital bed for the second time this week. She had come home from Tray's pack and was weak. We were quick to get her to the infirmary.

"Tray...why..her?" Her? Who's her?

The next day I went to see her but she looked like she didn't want to talk. She looked like she had shut down.

I soon went to investigate Tray since he was the only one she mentioned.

"I'm engaged, and we were sitting on my couch; she was tired and sick when Malia came in and practically dragged her out."

Malia. Malia hated her for trying to take Tray from her. I wrote down her name and quickly looked over my list.

I knew exactly who to call. He would believe me. I smiled and called the guard again who was even more annoyed.

"I'd like to take up that offer of a phone call now." He gave me a skeptical look before letting me out but not before he cuffed me.

When we got to the phones he cuffed me to it and stood watch. Ugh.

I dialed his number.

"Hello?" Yes! "Logan, it's Cody I need your help. I didn't do it but I have a list of people who might've. Please Logan you have to believe me if you ever want to avenge Amelia." I gasped for air after I was done.

There was a long, heavy silence before he sighed. "Ok, what's the list."

I repeated the list to him and I could tell he was writing it down. "You can't be wrong about this." I swallowed and sighed. "I pray that I'm not." I hung up and was put back in my cell.

I had to keep thinking. I had to keep myself busy. I decided to write a letter to Cheyenne, and explain to her what I was doing. So, I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

Dearest Cheyenne,

My love, I know you're confused, shocked, and most of all hurt. I know you're curling up on our bed right now thinking of everything that's gone wrong, trying to figure everything out. Let me just answer a few of your questions. I didn't kill Amelia, I would never do that. I have someone finding the real culprit. I love you, and I'll be out soon. We'll watch little Jr. grow together. I'll be there. We'll get through this together, but please, I beg you don't give up on me.

                                                       Love,
                                         Your beloved.

I had to hope that she would believe me. I wish Amelia was here, she would know what to do.

That was the first time I let myself mourn over my best friend, and I thought it would never end. I cried, and sobbed, and I threw whatever I could. I felt so trapped and betrayed. I felt like my heart was being squeezed.

What happened to everything?