What Really Happened on Halloween Night? [Temporarily Discontinued]

The Revelation

A/N

Okay, guys. Quickly: This is going to be a fast-paced short-story just for Halloween. If you want me to spend more time on it and make it a full book, please let me know in the comments. The information is going to come quickly and there won't be a lot of detail in anything other than the events leading up to Jared's death. Enjoy!

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It had been a year since I met Jessica. Our relationship was moving quickly, but it was nothing neither of us couldn't handle. The same goes for Riley, her sister. My relationship with both Riley and Jessica worked out because their parents were both dead, and they hated each other. I didn't exactly know why they hated each other, I just knew that their work had something to do with it from when Jessica paced through her apartment grumbling about always having to dig Riley out of her own messes. Of course, Riley always said the same thing about Jessica in the same way.

I just had to figure out what I was going to do for two one year anniversaries, one that day, and one in the next four weeks. Of course, whenever I had trouble with something like that, I would call my friends. But my friends didn't approve of me loving two women at the same time, and apparently I was "leading them on". They're just a group of idiots who don't understand what it's like to fall in love.

I stood up from the breakfast table where I was reading the paper, and walked to the living room, grabbing my laptop on the way. It was time to do some research. I'll just skip this part for you.

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After an hour of not answering work calls and clicking on stupid ads, I had finally found the perfect place. Literally. The highest ranked restaurant in Orlando (4.8 stars).

Chatham's Place.

And I just so happened to work with the owner's best friend, which meant: half-price fancy dinner.

Jessica was going to love it. Now, what would I do for Riley?

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Dinner

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"Jess, you're going to love it, hon. I swear you will love it – just keep the blindfold on, please," I begged as she stumbled towards me. She was obviously quite annoyed that I had dragged her into a taxi, and down a two-minute walk on cobble with her black heels, tight dress and blindfold. It's not like I wasn't irritated at having to drag her along with her impatience, but I wanted the restaurant to be a surprise. And this was where it all began to crumble.

"Why the Hell did you bring me here?" Jessica asked with her voice dangerously low, right as I took the blindfold off. Of course, I had no bad intentions and I was about ready to run away when she gave me that look – eyebrows lowered, eyes glowering, mouth set, and lips pinched tightly together. She looked as if she was about to punch a hole through my chest.

(I made a joke. See? That's the way I died. Except with a gun. Hahaha. Okay.. Not funny.. Sorry.)

"What do you mean? It's our one-year anniversary! Of course I brought you to the best restaurant in Orlando! Honey, I thought you would love it," I said, acting like she owed me an apology, when in reality, I just wanted to know why she was freaking out on me. Then I remembered. The owner's best friend?

I met him through Riley.

"I don't know what kind of sick joke the universe is playing on me, but it's not funny," Jess said, looking up at the sky as if it had the answers. Unfortunately, the only thing that had answers was me, and the only way they would leave my mind would be through death. "I'm so sorry that I reacted like that, of course you wouldn't know. You know how I do some freelance work for the Orlando Police Department, right?" Jessica asked, looking hopeful, and as if she was about to tear the ground from beneath my feet. I nodded, because what else was I going to do? Refuse her explanation? At the time, I thought I would let her explain because I was curious. Now I know that I was doing something worse than anything she could possibly have said or done to me.

"Well, it's not freelance work. And it's not for the O.P.D., but I do work for the FBI. Yes, I've been working for the Federal Bureau of Investigation since my parents died when I turned twenty-four, and yes, I've been lying to you since our first date." She said this as if she had something to feel bad about, and at that moment, I almost told her about everything, but she continued.

"Riley has been involved in some serious stuff ever since our parents died, and unfortunately she didn't go the way I did. She thought she could learn more about what happened by going behind the law's back and figuring things out herself. Except, I found out that she wasn't working by herself. She and a group of people that were equally as good as her with computers began hacking the FBI, the ATF, the DEA, the BOP, the USMS, and more. She was building up an early grave for her and her small group of friends, and of course, I had to bail her out of all of it." She paused for a few seconds, looking at me, reaching out and putting her faith into me, believing I would understand. And I did. Just not now, because right as she looked at me, something had happened. Riley's car was pulling into the alley behind the restaurant.

"Okay, we can go somewhere else and finish talking about this. How about we go get some ice cream and walk around the park?" I asked, pretending to solve the problems and be the perfect open boyfriend that I wasn't.

"That would be amazing. I'm so sorry for lying to you, it's confidential work and I didn't know for sure I could trust you with all of that, but now I know I can, and I know you're perfect. How did I get lucky enough to meet you?" She asked rhetorically, raising both eyebrows and snickering, teasing me in the same way the Jess I've been in love with since I first heard her melodic voice.