Brandon Walsh Goes Back to the Hills

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Andrea stowed away in the car with Dylan as he madly drove off. For the last couple of hours she sat quietly in the back seat as he rode around in circles. This was to be expected, he had just released his darkest secret, she predicted that he might be troubled hopefully on the verge of relief. She must have asked 'where are we going' a billion times before he had stopped in front of a familiar place. The trees crowded the abandoned home, and for the first time in nearly twenty years its abandoned owner went up its steps. They had parked in front of Dylan's house, an expensive, man-cave, treehouse hide-out. They had come to know him as the rich man son who had been given an abundance of wealth and no real family. His mother was never truly a mom, she believed in spirits, ghost, and mirror balls, she took off to Hawaii the moment she divorced his father. His dad went insane once his money left, he became a drunkard and got into bed with the wrong people. At the young age of sixteen it was just him and this house.

Andrea followed him as he opened the door. The memories that the house held. It was empty, rustic and falling apart. Dylan remembered his sister Erica playing her piano on the sofa, she had disappeared shortly after she turned eighteen. He moved into the kitchen area and he caught the vision of his first wife Antonia making breakfast, he was still in disbelief that she was shot and killed right after their wedding. He remembered kissing Brenda in the room when he knew that she was supposed to be home by ten.

When thoughts overwhelmed him he looked back to Andrea who was standing in the doorway. "I wanna start over." He nodded his head in certainty.

"I do too." She walked over and embraced him burying her damp face in his shoulder. "Let's do that, let's go back to the hotel room and be friends and start over." Dylan moved his hands over the cracked wall, something was bothering him and she knew it. "Do you guys know that you were all I had? You were my family. I didn't have anything. Father past away, mother left, had a sister for a little bit but she too got away from me. All I knew was you guys and when Brenda died I had no one. I was once again a prisoner with fancy walls."

"Money doesn't make happiness."

"When I saw Steve leaving, the tape was turned in, so that meant you and Brandon were gonna go, Kelly was leaving. Yes, I was angry. I was extremely angry. Brandon told me at the party to go kill myself and Steve called me weak. But who else do I have? The thought of everyone leaving. I took a chance and I broke Brenda's dying wish."

"It needed to be broken." She went off on a daze as a constant buzzing went off in her pocket.

"I just... What's that sound?" Dylan asked.

Andrea picked up her phone. She stared for a couple moments reading the headlines. "Dylan, would you believe me if I told you that Valerie, Brandon, Steve and Kelly are the prime suspects on the news."

"Which news?"

"Just about every news."

"Think we should give them a call?"

"Yeah... yeah... just making sure that my contacts aren't blurry."

Andrea called and got my cell and I gave it to Val who was happy to inform her that we were royally screwed. She then told Val to drive quick and we too ended up at Dylan's old pad. The alcohol was beginning to wear off and I saw where we were at and I was in awe.

"Steve don't go near the windows." Andrea pulled him away. "We don't want anybody to see you. And Kelly who are you texting?"

"OH! You wanna see. Donna wants us to take a selfie so she could see where we're at."