The Real You (BWWM)

7: Who did it

April 23rd, 2016

I sit there on the toilet thinking while Kyra paces back and forth. "We didn't know this was going to happen." I say to her, trying to calm her nerves. 

"I know. We just shouldn't have budded in. It wasn't our place to." I put my hand to my chest in defense.

"Kyra, My father is a manipulator and conniving man. I wasn't just going to stay put and do nothing to stop him. "

"Well sometimes doing nothing is the best thing to do!" She raises her voice, obviously feeling strongly about this situation. She looses the tension in her body and looks and me apologetic.

"I know where you're coming from Kyra, but I'm not that type of person to sit and watch innocent people get hurt." She slowly nods her head. 

"So what do we do now?" 

"Well since we know it was my dad, we go to the cops." 

"No cops." She says flat-out. I look at her confused. "There going to ask us how we know all this stuff and we'll have to tell them how we read the messages, which was illegal by the way." I feel like there's more to her not wanting the cops involved. I slightly raise my hands up in defeat.

"Then what do we do?" She looks down and I can see her thinking. Then, she looks up, obviously an idea in her head.

"We find the killer." 

April 25th, 2016

While at school, me and Kyra end up in the computer lab again looking up information. I look at her while she reads an article. I can tell that beautiful face of hers has seen many things, and has kept many secrets.  It's hard to believe how an angel like her could have her own demons. "Okay," She suddenly says, snapping me back to reality. "So we know your dad was home during her killing, right?"

"Correct." 

"So that can rule him out of the number of suspects for now. I tried getting a clear frame by frame of the CCTV video of the shooting but it was video is too blurry. All I can see is this tattoo on the persons arm. And seeing from the physique of the person, its a male so that crosses out any females." She zooms into the picture of the killer and looks at me. "You think you can draw something similar?" I smirk confidently.

"Easy." She laughs and shines that smile I love seeing. 

"We can look at the criminal listing on the county jails website to see if we can find a guy with a tattoo like that." The bell rings and she starts to pack her things up. I must up the courage and gently lay my hand on her thigh. She looks up at me somewhat shocked and somewhat relieved I finally did it during the hour we've been in here.

"Thank you for doing this for me. I know it may seem stupid and crazy to you, but I need to find out what secrets my family is hiding from me. I can't keep living like they haven't done anything wrong." She lays her hand over mine and smiles.

"Its not at all crazy to me." We both sit there for a moment gazing into each others eyes, both thinking about the parties kiss. And if she hasn't been thinking about I definitely know I have. Suddenly the door opens and Justin comes through. He stares at us for a second until he flashes a grin. 

"The pep rally starts in a couple of minutes. You guys better hurry and make the make out session quick." And at that, he closes the door. We look back at each other and chuckle in embarrassment. 

"We better go."

The basketball team runs back and forth trying to score a winning basket. When there's only four seconds left, our team makes the shot and wins the game. Everyone, including Kyra, stands up and cheers for the team. I look up at her and goofily smile at her like a love sick puppy. But I just can't get over what happened at the party. There was more than just poems in that book. And she almost freaked when I mentioned getting the police involved. She sits down and smiles the same way I did at her. "Too much school spirit?" She asks me.

"Just a little." 

"Shut up." She playfully nudges me and the cheer squad comes out in a Chinese dragon (which I think is a little racist since the school is mostly filled with white kids). They prance around idiotically and a rehearsed dance. The dragon suddenly tears apart in two and the cheerleaders are stuck in there. The staff and the principle try to help them get out, everyone else in the crowd is laughing hysterically. I have to say, this might be the best pep rally. 

Me and Kyra have spent four hours trying to find a listed criminal with the same tattoo but we have yet to find anything. It's 3 in the morning and I'm on the verge of passing out. Everyone else in the house is fast asleep. But Kyra is wide awake, of course being the one to be on the computer. "Do you remember anything?" I blurt it out and she looks at me confused. "Your memory  I mean." She starts to think intensely, then shakes her head. 

"Nothing important. But to be honest, I don't want to remember." I raise an eyebrow at her. 

"Why?"

"I feel like only bad things will come from remember them. I have a feeling that my life wasn't all that great. I guess I'm just.... Scared to find out the truth." 

"Well, whatever happens, I'm gonna be hear for you." She looks at me the same way she did when she saw my picture of her. 

"Why are you so nice to me?" I let a small laugh out.

"Because, I believe good people deserve good things. Like you." She smiles at me and lays her hand on my cheek, kissing me with her soft plump lips. It doesn't last long until she pulls away, but I want it to last forever. 

"I'm gonna go get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning." She says getting up. 

"Goodnight." I get up from my chair and stretch. I head to the bathroom in the hallway and hear my brother in there. He comes out soaking wet and in his towel. "What are you still doing up?" I ask him, blinded by the bathroom light. 

"I felt like showering." He scruffs my hair and I push away his hand. I notice a tattoo on his right arm. 

"When did you get that?" He looks down at the tattoo and shows it to me. 

"Couple months ago with some friends. It hurt like hell when I got it." I stare at it for a moment until I realize it. I try not to look struck by the sudden realization and start heading to my room. 

"I'm gonna go to bed, night." 

"Night bro." I close my door and rush to my computer. I look up an article about Darla'a shooting and zoom in on the shooter. 

Oh my God. It's Jacob.