Left Unexplained

Chapter 37~

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"There's no way I'm stopping by the jail with a chocolate cake for him any time soon," I grumbled to no one in particular.

If I had any emotional strings pulling me to at least think about giving him a monthly visit, it was all snapped from the middle when grandpa revealed why he framed Xavier.

"The kid messed up his relationship all by himself. I think one of his exes spread a rumour about him that made his at-the-time girl angry. That was none of my doing. Then the graffiti at school? Still not me, it was someone getting their revenge on him for petty childish reasons," grandpa put down a finger for every incident.

"Okay, wait just a minute," I paused his list. "How the hell do you even know about these?"

"Son, I had eyes and ears everywhere, more than you can imagine," he smirked. "Some were right there sitting beside you, listening to the same lectures in class and eating in the same cafeteria."

I suppressed a shiver and instead groaned. "I'm more creeped out than amazed."

He rolled his eyes. "Anyway, once I learned about how he began to doubt his actions, I knew I could use him in my plan. Remember that restaurant ban? Poor guy, I'm sure it was one of his favourites, but after his tipsy visit, I had a few of my men sneak in and mess up the place. The blame fell on Xavier and his mind couldn't register that someone was playing with him," he chuckled. "I figured if he confused his own actions and his memories he'd doubt himself when the blame of the murder was put on him, and he would quietly take in the punishment while thinking he deserved it."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. 'How am I related to such a schemer?'

"Of course, it was working perfectly until your snotty nose poked in things it had no business in," he grumped and crossed his arms.

"Are you freaking kidding me right now? You're telling me the only reason Xave was even involved in this was because he was an easy frame?"

He nodded, deadpanned. "Mm, that about summarises it all, yes."

"Ugh," I shook my head. "You're disgusting, you know that old man?"

"I figured as much," he shrugged. "So you'll visit again?"

'Fat chance! After what you did to Xavier, maybe I will once hell freezes over.'

If I ever had to explain the definition of 'self-centred' to anyone, I'd probably throw in 'Arthur Anderson' as a synonym.

I found myself walking on the sidewalk lit by street lights that led to Xavier's place.

It would probably do him good knowing he hadn't lost a screw and was turning into a retard, instead he was being played with.

I reached his porch and didn't bother knocking. 'Why should I when he barges into my condo like he owns the place?'

I twisted the knob and invited myself in, strolling through the tiled hallway that led to the living room.

"Oi Xa-" I halted when I took in the sight before me.

Xavier sat on the leather couch with Hanna on top of his lap straddling him. His hands moved along her thighs and she held his face in one of her own and the other dug deep into his dirty blonde hair.

Her brown strands fell loose from behind her ears as she connected her lips with his.

From the corner of his eye, Xavier noticed me and subtly lifted a hand off of Hanna to signal me to piss off.