Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Fifteen: And Then There Were None

North-

Ridge screeches to a stop in front of the house and I straighten, my heart lurching in my throat. As soon as Caste commanded me to return to the house he hung up and wouldn't answer his phone after that. 

"I'll wait here," Ridge says, face grim. 

"Just go home," I snap. 

He scoffs. "Like hell, you're coming back with me,"

I have no fucking time for arguments so I just ignore him getting out of the and running to the house. 

The street has two or three police cars, my vision's dizzy and I can't count when I see them now. Those couldn't be for our house, right?

Eaton and Drew are rich, they were neighbors their whole lives and best friends and decided to run away when they couldn't bear that fake rich life anymore. The same with Caste, Layth had a stoned mother and his mother's boyfriend was abusive so he left, his mom probably isn't looking for him, so the police wouldn't be looking for him either. To them Layth Fredrick is still safely at home, not rooming in with friends. Kat's nineteen and she was a bartender/college student, her dad became a money obsessed ass when her mom left, so she left too. Harlow lived with her uncle who wouldn't stop groping her, so she ran away, he probably just called her a bitch and left it at that, no police reports, no shit. Even if he had been looking for her, she was eighteen, she could live alone if she wanted to, no one controlled her. 

Eaton's 22, Caste's 23, Drew's 18, and so are Layth and Harlow, Kat's nineteen. I'm the youngest and the only minor. 

Me though...the police have been looking for me for years, trying to get me into a picket-fence foster family. Trying to get me to be normal. So I hid in plain sight. Could they have realized that I had been right under their noses this whole time? 

Oh shit.  

Bracing myself I walk inside. 

It's empty, but all the lights are on and I hear loud shouts and commands from Eaton's office which is also his bedroom, the one he shares with Caste. I walk inside, fists clenched. 

Harlow's eyes are red and she's yanking on her hair. Kat's screaming at a police officer. 

There are two, one short one, and another with good looks, black hair, and blue eyes. Both are men. Caste and Drew are roaring accusations at another, and they all stop when they see me. 

"What the hell is going on?" I demand, staring at all of them and ignoring the police. Layth was on a chair, massaging his temple. The only one missing was Eaton, where the fuck was he and what the hell was going on. 

"You live here also?" Tall one demands, eyeing me with disdain, eyes lingering on my legs. Dick. 

"I don't see how it concerns you," I snarl. 

His voice rises. "Oh, I can see how it concerns me when someone was murdered in this very room, you will talk to me with respect!"

I freeze, my mind going all static. "What?" I demand. 

Then I see what is behind them. 

Something that looks strangely like a body but can't be one because why would a body be laying down on Eaton's office floor and why would there be two giant red blotches staining the white sheet on top of the supposed body. A red that looks strangely like blood but can't be because why the hell would there be blood outside of the body itself. That is not natural and whatever else is going on here is not natural. This is not the way my world works. My world is simple. No one kills in my world, no one wants anyone in this room dead. We're nobody, we don't kill and we don't need to be killed. 

"Who the fuck is that?" I snarl, but before anyone could stop me I lift that towel and choke on my next words. 

Once again: there's something about fear, it keeps a person frozen. 

Eaton's chest isn't moving. It should be moving. Why isn't it moving? Someone needs to move it because it isn't natural for a person to have blood running from a wound that looks strangely like where the heart should be. And another in the shoulder. Not. Natural. 

I've stopped breathing. 

Eaton. 

Eaton works in a publication company, he's the Editor-in-Cheif's secretary. No one would need to worry about him and he isn't someone important that needs to be shut up either. He's just...Eaton. 

"How...but..." I trail off, glancing at Drew's stricken face. He'd known him before any of us. They were best friends before any of us became friends. 

The police are gone. They've already left. 

"They said they'd follow up on the case," Harlow says quietly, eyes still welling with tears. 

"How?" I glance, surprised to see Ridge at the entryway of the room eyes locked on the corpse. 

Corpse. How could Eaton become a corpse?

"We don't know," Layth speaks up, running a hand through his hair. "Harlow came to call him for dinner and...she screamed and we came. He was hanging from his desk chair with two bullet wounds, we called the police..."

"There were no bullet sounds, shooting is really loud,"

"No one heard it, there was nothing, I didn't have practice today, there should have been something--"

"Sound Silencer," I cut Layth off. They all turn to me. "What?" Ridge says. 

"A bullet sound Silencer, they use them when they shoot bullets without noise," I explain, biting my lower lip. 

Something catches my peripheral vision and I turn to the corner of the room. Near Eaton's desk chair. 

"You guys see that?" I choke out, my heart in my throat.