It's Raining Blood and Revenge

····The Jock····

····The Jock····

I woke up to a throbbing pain in my head. It was either my alarm, or my 23 year old shut in brother, Zayne, playing his drums in the basement. I slowly sat up, rubbing my temples. God, does he have to do this every single damn morning?

I dragged my feet the whole way to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Is it just me, or were Saturdays really... slow?

After my shower, I slipped on a blank white tee and blue fitted jeans.

"Damian? Come down for some breakfast~" ny mom called. I grunted and wrapped a towel around my neck.

"No thanks!" I yelled back. I could imagine my mom frowning in disappointment, and I felt completely guilty. Ever since my mom and dad divorced, I pushed myself away from my mom. Especially when she remarried. To some guy named Brian. Eugh. Its not my fault I had a better relationship with my dad.

I was just about to go down to the basement and tell Zayne to shut up when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I expected it to be Mallory, telling me a nice good morning or something, but it was Winter.

Meet me at the mall. I have to talk to you about something. Its very urgent..

It was really rare for Winter to text me, considering that this was the first time she had texted me ever since I had given her my number like, two months ago. And since this was the first time she had texted me, it really must be urgent.

I strutted downstairs, passing my mom who set a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of my baby brother, Quilton. I rubbed his little brunette head as he wiggled in his high-top chair.

"Bye mom," I said. She looked up at me with a puzzled look. "I have to meet a friend." I said. Mom sighed and turned her back to me.

"Call me if anything happens. Until then, make it back before lunch time." she said coldly. I scowled and glanced at my other little brother, Toby and smirked. He stared at me with big hazel eyes as if asking me to stay. I strained a smile. I knew that I haven't been around him much, and I guess that made it hard for everyone on my family. But right now, it wasn't the perfect time to sit around and have a family night.

"Bye Toby. I'll see if I can take you to play football when I com back, okay?" I suggested. Toby's face lit up and he nodded. I saluted him and left the house, getting into my truck and headed to the mall.

{~}

"Winter?" I called out to a red head sitting in front of the mall map. She turned around and stood up with excitement.

"Oh! Good thing you're here! I though you were going to stand me up..." Winter said sighing heavily.

"Yeah, well, your message said it was really urgent, so I cane really fast. I almost broke the speed limit," I gave a heavy sigh. "What's up?"

"Well," Winter said as she pulled out a file with tons of paper in it. "I had one of my friends do some.... research and she found out that Ms. Sylvester, the AP English teacher at Remingon has connection with Audrey's dad. She also know about her death."

"Yeah, well everyone in the school knows. What's so special about that old hag?" I asked. Winter glanced at me with a sharp glare. and I backed off.

"Everybody knows that she died. However, according to this research, Ms. Beatrice Sylvester knows how Audrey died." Winter said. I gasped and my eyes widened.

"W-What?! How does she know? Is she..." I gulped. "Is she the mur--"

"She's not the murderer," Winter reassured. I frowned.

"How do you know?"

"Because Ms. Sylvester was in Texas on that night. For her grandson's birthday, which is on September 11th. I had my friend look at her whole family like and track the airplane records under Texas and found that Ms. Sylvester was indeed on her way to Texas on September 5th. Seat 36, first class..." Winter sputtered. It was like the information came perfectly to her. While I had to think about what she said 5 seconds after.

"And?" I asked. Winter rolled her eyes.

"Ms. Sylvester was in Texas for a whole week and the flight took almost 7-8 hours. She left at 5:30 PM, so that means she got to Texas on Tuesday September 6th at 12:30 AM. Since she stayed for a week, she got back on Tuesday September 13th. Audrey Hale died on September 9th. At that time, Ms Sylvester was still in Texas," Winter said. I knew where this was going. Winter crossed her arms and smirked. "That is why Beatrice Sylvester is not the murderer."

"All that just to clear her name? You still haven't answered ny question. Why is she so special?"

"She's in a relationship with Audrey's dad, plus she knows what no one else knows, and that is how Audrey Hale died. It was definitely murder and was a blow to the head. Though we still don't know who killed her." Winter grumbled. I shrugged, glancing at my watch. It was almost 10 in the morning.

"Why don't you get your friend to look into that?" I asked. Winter shook her head.

"She is, but she doesn't have enough information." I froze.

"Wait, she? I thought it was a he! What kind of genius lady can hack into airplane records?" Winter bit her lip and chuckled nervously.

"If I tell you, promise you won't tell anyone? Especially Mallory. she asked. I shrugged. Why Mallory?

"Sure, cross my heart." I said. Winter sighed and clenched her fists.

"Her name is Charlie Winston." I gasped.

"Charlie Winston?! You mean that girl that Mallory is always picking on? Winter, if Mallory found out, she would kill you!" I growled. Winter narrowed her eyes at me.

"That's why you're not going to tell her," Winter said, then glared at me. "You know what, go ahead and tell her. Like I give a shit. And Charlie is not a freak like everybody thinks. She's just a misfit girl who has... inhuman skills with computers. She's a genius and my friend." Winter said as she pushed past me. "I'm sorry I kept you long." she said. I frowned. I never said that Charlie was a freak, but then again, I barely knew the girl. All I knew was from Mallory's bullying.