Bitches Shred In Pieces

21: Happy Endings For No One

Tony walks through the lonely streets in the middle of the night, bottle of champagne half empty in his hands. He takes another big gulp, feeling the bubbles burning his throat. Drinking isn't probably the best thing to do when there's a psycho planning to attack him—but he doesn't care no more.

Prom has been a complete disaster. He only wishes Andrew to be by his side at this moment.

  But why, though?

  Why does he love Andrew yet miss Wyatt?

  He can't seem to forget Wyatt entirely. Maybe it's because they dated for more than three years.

"Fuck love," he yells at the top of his lungs, making dogs around the neighborhood start barking.

He takes the bottle of champagne and gulps it all without stopping. The burning sensation doesn't make him quit. He just wants to forget every mistake he has ever done. Being part of an accidental murder and messing his relationship with the best guy.

Once the green, glass bottle is completely empty, he throws it over a house. The crashing in the roof causing lights to turn on.

Suddenly, the sirens burst out of nowhere, breaking him from his thoughts. He almost stumbles over a crack in the concrete sidewalks. The blaring noise gets closer and closer, rays of red light glowing through the houses. The ambulance passes close to him, blowing a brush of wind into his face.

XOXO?

Every movement forces him to believe its him... or her—whoever—chasing him, Lena, and Michelle.

How are they doing, by the way?

Finally, when his eyes are beginning to shut without his consent and feels the world tilting, he decides to head home. A few roads up the hill and he'll get there.

What is Andrew doing right now? Crying? Tony could probably visit him since they don't leave far away from each other. Would he like that? Or is he too mad?

Just as he's a few steps away from his house, he looks behind him at the two-stories house with a dead tree on their yard. Andrew's home.

Tony raises his middle finger and points it at the quiet house. He can't mess with love right now.

He faces forward again, only to catch a blurry, hooded figure sprinting towards him. He takes a step back, putting both hands on front of him. It doesn't help because XOXO tackles him to the ground with such force that his head begins pulsating when it makes contact with the hard concrete.

He remains on the ground, groaning with his heart beating off his chest. His vision is blurrier than before, but can still manage to see the silhouette kneeling close to him.

"Go... away," Tony tries to yell, but releases a fair whisper instead.

It doesn't listen to Tony, placing something cold in his hands—a handle.

Then, all he sees is a dark spot that covers his eyes.

💋

The light coming through a window makes his eyes sting and head hurt. There's also talking happening nearby. Where is he? Tony straightens in the bed, noticing the blue sheets. He's in his bedroom.

  What happened last night?

  He only remembers getting in a fight with Andrew and walking through the streets with a bottle of... was it whiskey or champagne? He doesn't remember.

  He throws the covers off him, revealing that he's still wearing the suit and pants from yesterday at prom. They are wrinkly now.

  He stands up, opening his door. Now he can hear his mother's voice and someone else's. Is his father back? No, it's a soft, feminine voice. He can't figure out what they're saying.

  He steps downstairs, gripping his head as pain bursts in his head.

  "What is happening?" Tony asks, facing at the two officers sitting in the living room.

  The one with black beard and bulky body glances at him with careless eyes. The woman next to him that is holding a notebook and black pen looks at Tony from head to toes, crossing her arms.

  What the hell?

  His mother is standing next to the chimney, her shaking, left hand covering her mouth with tears filling her eyes. She walks towards Tony fast, hitting her knee in the table without even flinching.

  "Honey—" her voice cracks and she covers her mouth again.

  Now he's worried. "What's going on, mom?"

  "Would you like for us to tell him, Mrs. Sinclair?" the male officer says, standing up.

  "No." Mrs. Sinclair stretches a hand at him. "I'll do it."

  "Tell me!" Tony yells in desperation.

  "They found a dead body in the Hush Hush woods," she manages to say between sobs.

  She takes a step closer to Tony, staring at him with those sad, tired eyes.

Can it be Lena? Michelle? They are dead?

"And?"

She rests a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"For God's sake!" Tony yells, not sure why he is crying. "Just tell me."

She takes a deep breath and says, "It appears to be Andrew's."

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A\N: XOXO does it again! What will happen next?

The final book will be coming very soon.

Kisses! 💋