Conspiracy (Sequel to Hypocrisy)

Chapter 1

AUTHORS NOTE

So, this is it. I know I said 100,000 reads but that was only because I needed a break to find out the plot. But, with some help from some friends, I mastered the plot and wrote the first chapter. I just hated keeping you all on the edge like that ;)

I love you all a lot, I hope you all know that :)

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Cover credits to @Partyp0ision. She also did Hypocrisy's cover, but it slipped my mind to give her thanks for it. She's my wife and she's amazing <3

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It was the sting in Alan's cheek that caused him to close his forever running mouth. Made him stop, look at his partner, and cringe. Justin had never laid a hand on him before, why now? Alan backed away, holding his hands up as if to say "I surrender". To what? His own significant other? He didn't know, he didn't care.

"I'm sorry," Justin pleaded, grabbing Alan's wrist. As much as Alan wanted to flick his hand off, he didn't. He let Justin bring him into an awkward hug, one that was like best friends give.

Something had been lost for a while now, but Alan hated to call it a spark. But, as this relationship dragged on Alan soon realised that that's what it was, a spark. Alan stayed away from kissing the man, and fighting had become a usual. Both of the men longed for some type of feeling in their pairing, but yet it seems as if they're both drowning under love that's disappeared.

Alan's more aware of that, because Alan's more aware of everything. He had always been this way, even when he was with Austin. Nothing has changed but the number of scars on his body.

Justin hated Alan's habits. He could barely stand it when they first met, calling Alan an attention seeker and a coward. But, as time passed Justin saw Alan's point of view and experienced his breakdowns, and the words he shared with himself over such a sensitive moment. Justin came to his senses and decided that Alan was just really sad. Hell, a few times he tried to fix him. That always resulted in an awkward after math, yet a still broken Alan. Justin gave up, leaving Alan to fix himself. It was when Alan's brokenness came into their relationship, that they started arguing.

"You can't love me. You don't love yourself" Alan remembered Justin telling him. It was true, and he knew this from experience. The thing was, Alan didn't love Justin. It was all temporary bliss that dragged on a bit longer than he wanted. Three years, to be exact. Of course, he kept that to himself.

The thing that caused Justin to hit Alan, was when he compared him to Austin. Secretly, Alan did it all the time. From his actions to the way he said things, he was constantly being compared to Austin. Sadly, there wasn't a time that Justin won. It wasn't fair to compare someone as low as Justin, to Austin.

But, jealousy was found in the both of them even if they didn't love each other. It was all over the label, the fact that this man was technically Alan's. And damn, if that was the only thing he had to hold onto, he was gonna grip it tight.

Alan brought his hand to his face, rubbing the red skin. This would be a bruise, he knew that much. Walking away with plans to lock himself in his room, a tattooed hand stopped Alan.

"Alan?" Justin asked, turning the ginger around to face him. "Why don't you love me like you loved Austin?"

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Alan's POV

My breath hitched in my throat as I tried to search for some sort of denial, but my brain was blank. His assumption was true, I love Austin more than him. But, there really was no reason for it. That was a question that had no answer, I just did.

"Tell me, what can I do to make you find that type of love again?" Justin asked, his eyes glassing over as his grip on my shoulder got tighter.

Justin brought up his hand.

"Hit me. Fucking hit me, I dare you. But, just know that if you hit me we will never talk again. I'll pack my shit up and never think about you again. It's not that hard," I threatened, taking a step closer to Justin. Just as I had thought, he lowered his hand. But, he opened his mouth.

"It's not that hard? Really, are you fucking kidding me? You know what's not that hard? Slitting your throat. But, I don't do that because I LOVE YOU! Yet, you don't feel the same way, do you? You just wish your night in shining armour would save you. Austin forgot about you! He doesn't fucking care about you anymore. Let him go, it's not that fucking hard."

What really shocked Justin was the shock in his cheek. I had hit him.

He back away, but I hit him again, causing him to fall to the ground.

This power raged inside me, almost resembling a storm. Rage bubbling inside the ginger for the last three years was finally taken out on Justin.

Justin's eyes glassed over, but for some reason that gave me motivation to hit harder. You see, I'm not strong, at all, but feeling this power gave him all the strength he needed.

It was when Justin's eyes started rolling back that I had fully processed what I had done, the monster he was.

This was too overpowering. So, I left. Something that over the years he had grown good at; leaving. But, we all know that.

Where I would go? That could not be answered.

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Austin's POV

"Jon! Go to the guitar tech because your guitar is fucked!" I said honestly. Nothing was running well today, yet it was the day that it mattered most.

In exactly one week, Of Mice and Men is supposed to be set off to tour. It was something that all of the members have dreamed of since we formed the band, and it was happening. Personally, I couldn't believe I came this far emotionally. Never would I believe that I could still talk after Alan left, yet here I am being the lead screamer of a band.

I couldn't help but to remember the conversation I had with Alan, the one about how I could scream a bit. Alan was a guitar player, that never slipped my mind. Nothing about Alan ever slipped my mind.

Sighing, I pushed him out of my thoughts. There was no way I could think of that bastard when I was so close to my dreams. He'd only ruin them, again.

"What's up, Austin?" Jaxin, my boyfriend, asked. Over the years he could detect when I thought about him, and although me thinking about one of my exes should make him angry, it doesn't. Thank god because it seems to happen a lot.

"Him," I muttered, gripping my freshly cut hair in my hands.

"What'd he mess up this time?" Jaxin groaned.

"He told me that I should become a screamer a long time ago. Never did I think I would make it this far, without him."

Jaxin almost rolled his eyes, but held it back for my sake. Alan was a big deal for me, not a joke and he knew that. Yet, it felt as if Jaxin hated when I talked about Alan. I mean, I wouldn't blame him. Jaxin is my boyfriend, Alan is my ex.

I hate to say this, but its like Alan has become my pity story. The first time I mentioned Alan to Jaxin, I got so much sympathy that I got laid that night. Sadly, that's what Alan had become; a pity story.

"Forget about him for one day, okay?" Jaxin asked gently, kissing my cheek before heading over to Jon to help him with his guitar.

It's hard to forget about Alan, almost impossible.