And She Fell

»Chapter Fifteen« "You could have gotten caught."

»Ayla«

I wrapped the blanket around me tighter than it already was, and then shook my head stupidly.

I'm over here, being a coward and remaining upset when I could be doing something useful. The anger and frustration in me began rising, I had to let it out somehow. Or at least do something about it.

Tossing the blanket away, I grabbed my phone from the table along with my earplugs. Mom and dad were out of the house, as usual, meaning I can do whatever the hell I want. I hope they don't come back for a long time. That makes me sound cold, so make that a short time.

I head up the stairs, and to my room to change. Opening my closet, I pick out a a white Thrasher hoodie, a pair of black leggings, and my white All-Star high tops. I shoved my keys in my pocket, and left the house.

Looking around, the streets were thankfully empty, and I decided to put my earplugs in. I went on my phone and played my favourite playlist, consisting mostly of the artist Blackbear. His voice is unique, and his lyrics have a deep meaning to them, I couldn't help but love him. His song titled 'Idfc' began playing, and I relaxed with a slight smile  on my face as I mouthed a couple of the words here and there. His voice made me relax, I forgot about everything, until I found myself outside the gates of the cemetery.

The entrance was blocked off with yellow tape, not letting people in. I wanted to explore the grounds a little myself, so I chose to test the waters a little by stepping past it. Glancing around, it was pitch black with no one in sight, and I stepped in.

Trying not to make noise, I turned off my music and took slow steps, my pace giving me enough time to analyze everything around me. I turned the same corner as a couple hours ago, and stopped, shuffling back. I heard people talking, and I pressed myself flat against the wall, holding my breath.

"Sir, we don't know the cause of his death yet."

"Run an autopsy, we'll figure things out. The others will look for fingerprints and such, and you can do your job." That information wasn't very useful because clearly they didn't know much yet.

"Alright." I could tell two people walked off because of the way the gravel path crunched repeatedly.

Peeking around the corner, the bench looked the same. Now I noticed footprints in the grass that were heading toward the bench. Thanks to the gravel, those footprints had been cut off. Luckily the grass was very long and where the person had stopped, it had been pushed down.

There stood a lady, taking pictures with a very expensive looking camera. Every few seconds, it would flash.

Checking the time on my phone, it had just become 1:32am. It was late. I should go.

I started walking back toward the gates, and someone called out, "Hey! You're not allowed here!" And I ran.

I didn't stop running until I was a couple blocks away. I had to speak about this entire situation with somebody.

Pulling my phone out again, I called Draven.

He picked up, but it was awfully late. I must have awoken him. I knew I shouldn't have called him.

"Ayla, baby.. what is up?" he asked with little to no emotion in his voice.

I hesitated. "First, why baby of all nicknames? Second, we need to talk about Jared."

He laughed his melodic laugh, then responded, "Don't know, I'm trying new things. And I agree. It's been on my mind ever since."

"Alright. Your place or mine?" I asked.

"Woah. That could be taken out of context. But let's go to yours since we haven't been there in a while."

I smiled a bit. "You just want to eat my cookies, don't you?"

"I'd rather not respond to that. See you in five."

I sighed, Draven could take my mind off anything, and it's not always a good thing. He distracted me from Jared's death, I enjoying myself a minute ago while Jared was no longer here. Dammit. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud honk.

I looked up to see it was Draven, waiting in his car. He flashed me a million-dollar smile, and came out. I ran up to him and he embraced me in a hug.

"It's been chaotic today.." he muttered. Oh boy, if only he knew about my parents.. Instead of saying anything, I nodded.

"Let's head inside, babygirl.." he whispered.

I pulled away fast and cringed. "Babygirl? You know I find that nickname really cringeworthy!" I grimaced and unlocked the front door.

He huffed a sigh. "It's what everybody posts about on Instagram! Babygirl this, babygirl that."

We went inside. "Okay, just never say it again. Alright?" I laughed.

"Sure thing, Ayla.."

We sat on the messy couch, where I had previously been sprawled out across, mourning over everything in life. Draven put the blanket over us, and we began talking.

"I went back to the cemetery, and they haven't figured anything out yet. There were footprints, though," I explained.

"You're insane, you could have gotten caught. But anyway, what did the footprints look like?"

I paused, trying to remember. "They were from a sneaker for sure. No boots or sandals could make those prints. They were in the grass, heading toward the bench, but the gravel cut them off."

He nodded, processing it all. "Okay. How was he injured? I mean, what caused his death? We just found him covered in his own blood.

"They're still trying to figure that out. It'll all be over the news soon enough." I replied, thinking of Jared. He was generally a nice guy. Many liked him, I don't understand why anyone would want to kill him. It just doesn't make sense.

They better find out who did this to him, because if they don't, then I will.

A/N: YesSSSSssss I don't have much to say though..

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