The Heart Wants What It Wants

Chapter 36

Farkle's POV

28th August

Friday 

"YOU!!"

Zay stood behind the man in the chair as my eyes bore into a brown-eyed man. 

"Farkle...I know where Lucas is." 

Zay's POV

Smackle slipped a note into Farkle's underpants. Weird, but moderately effective. 

As the two prisoners continue their conversation, with sly fingers, I slip the note from Farkle's waistline, and read Smackle's elegant handwriting. 

Dear Farkle,

I'm sorry for what I had to do to you, but it's the only thing that can be done. 

I can't reveal much, unless something happens, but here's a quickie. 

When Riley suffered from the demons, Brody raped Maya. During that time, Maya was anorexic, and she didn't want to tell anyone. She was raped, sexually assaulted by a stranger. She kept that secret for all these years. I don't know why, but I do know something else. Maya thought it was just two people that night.
I was there too.

It was after we had been forced to break up. I was walking home from the library, and I heard a splashing noise in the river.

I went, and saw Brody dump an unconscious and barely clothed Maya into the river.

I ran towards this blonde asshole, and started screaming at him.

But he was too strong. 

He told me I intrigued him, and if I obeyed him, I'd live. I did just that, and got caught up until I went to far, and now I'm deep, too deep to breathe. 

Brody's part of this massive plot, all aimed towards Lucas. I can't reveal anything more except if you get out of there alive, warn Maya. 

Brent didn't. 
Warn Maya. Tell her to stay far away from Jennifer Avenston. 

Tell her to block Lucas' number. 

Because that isn't Lucas...

The letter ended in the flames before Farkle could read it. 

I'm sorry Brent, Zay thought to himself. 

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Maya's POV

Professor Rora greeted me warmly, as I stumbled into the art gallery. 

"Late shifts are alway welcome Miss Hart. The Slovenian artwork has been moved to the room opposite the restoration centre."

"What happened?" I asked, wrapping my grey cardigan around my bony frame. I just needed an escape. I didn't want to think of my vicissitudes. I wanted to get away from everything. 

"Small accident. Someone knocked over a bucket of chalk, and it's basically toxic in there. No need to worry, Ms. Avenston generously offered to move the artwork, as well as that original you've been working on." 

I froze, and I felt a sinking feeling in her intestines. Repetitive 'nos' flew through my mind as I pushed past Professor Rora towards the room. 

I collapsed onto the floor, clutching her face in my hands. 

The artworks I had spent tireless months over were ruined. The delicate brushstrokes of the paintings were covered by a horrific mess of cheap, drug store spray paint. The intricate details that came from hours of crouching and bending over a desk were masked by crude drawings.

A huge sky blue tie was drawn across the face of the central aspect of the artwork. A dog's pawprint was placed there as well. 

But the words sprawled clumsily across the canvas scared me the most. 

Just you wait bitch.

-Avery