bad boy kisses (completed) ✔

31. "I want her back."

"All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us."

—They Don't Care About Us by Michael Jackson
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"What could he possibly want now?" Nash whispered, "Max, please. Say something. It's not gonna work like that, please. Say something..." his blue eyes scanned my small figure on the ground.

My back was pressed against the wall of the living room and my knees hugged my chest.

I was broken, shattered and wounded...just like I was four years ago after her death.

"Please." He said, shaking me by the shoulder.

I had been like this for the past hour since I saw that picture which that bastard had sent me. I couldn't register to the fact that how a human could do such an inhuman thing.

"Please." Nash said for the umpteenth time but I still refused to say a word. My eyes felt sore and numb, I actually felt...nothing. It was like something had sucked out all the life from me.

I reached for a paper and a pen on the coffee table and scribbled fast on it. After I was done, I passed the paper to Nash.

"Don't expect anything from me...not anymore."

Nash frowned at my words. Maybe he felt sympathy for me, or maybe even pity but I was too wrapped up in my own little world to notice that or any other thing, for the matter.

"Don't say that. Please." He pleaded. My lips started quivering and so did my hands, damn, not this again.

"You...you okay?"

I nodded my head and closed my eyes. I took the paper from his grasp and wrote on it.

"I want revenge."

"I know you do Max. But the police has no definite proof that it was him. We don't know if it was him or someone else. You know that." Nash smiled sadly at me.

As though he was telling me to forget all that had happened. Forget about her dead body, forget about my memories, forget about the murder of my sister who was freely wandering the streets of New York.

Forget it all...just like that.

"I- I have something-- to tell you.." I finally say to Nash who's head snaps in my direction, probably relieved that I hadn't gone dumb or something.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"I...I was there the moment Jack-- killed her in that lawn." I finally tell him the thing I had kept bottled up in myself all these four years.

He looked taken aback from my words, as though he didn't believe me.

But then again, I hardly believed in myself.

Nash immediately scoffed, "Phttt. No you weren't. You were at your karate class. Remember? You told me? Do I ring a bell Max?"

I know he was praying that I was wrong or maybe that I was mistaken, sadly, I wasn't.

How I wish I were wrong.

"No. Nash...I was there, watching across the street. I witnessed it all! I swear! I was just so fucking scared that I didn't tell anyone. I'm sorry..." I blurt, putting my head in my hands.

A moment of eerie silence followed us, just as I had expected.

"No...you're lying. You're..." he got up and yanked his hair, "You are fucking lying Max. She...there is absolutely no freaking way that you were there at the time of the murder. The police found no witnesses, so don't go around saying stuff that's nothing but an utter lie."

Maybe he's angry...

"I was there, Nash." I say and close my eyes. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to hear his response or not.

"Why...why didn't you tell me?" I knew he would ask that. Nash and I were more like brothers and we told each other everything and when I say everything, I meant every single thing.

But this was the only thing I hid from him. "I was scared. I hadn't seen so much blood in my life...ever. I didn't know what to do. I was just fucking 14 back then." I admitted.

"You should have told me." Is all he says after 10 minutes of an eerie silence.

"It wouldn't have made any difference even if I had told you..." I confound.

"It would've." He shakes his head. "But I don't want to start a fight with you again. Not after we just got back together."

"You sound so gay." I chuckle, trying to dim down the tension.

"I am not gay, Max." He laughs and punches my shoulder.

"Yeah right, but you'd totally turn gay for me, right?" I laugh off and he eyes me like I'm crazy or something.

"Yeah Max. I'd totally turn gay for you." He rolls his eyes at me.

I snap my fingers, "Right back at ya, bro."

"So..." Nash trails. "You gonna go to the prom on Saturday? Lucy was asking me about you."

"Yeah well, all the Jack drama aside, I want to go to prom, though I still gotta win back my girl." I scratch my head in nervousness.

"Hm. I see, and you want me to help you, right?" He smirks at me.

"You know me so well and as a matter of fact, I have a plan." I smile thinking of her, "I want her back."

"Awww." Nash cooed, "Lover boy wants his girl back. I can so smell the L word."

I slapped his arm lightly and get up from the floor. "I love her."

"I figured that." He sadly says and sighs.

"Now, come on. I have a plan!" I winced.

"What are you even gonna do, huh? Show up at her balcony with flowers and chocolates?" Nash suggested and I smirked.

"Something like that." I smirk and take his hand in mine, yanking him out of the house.

I need to get her back.

A/N : Where are the #Mia shippers? Because they're needed now after 12 whole chapters since Mia last happened. lol. x