Foul Play Is Better Kept Secret 🥀 || DISCONTINUED

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Andy walked out of the mansion hurriedly, hiding his face from people around him. Suddenly, a car came and stopped in front of him.

And Of course, It has to be Ryan Fucking Cobban again.

"Hi, Mr. 'Accidentally keep running into me'. See? We ran into each each other again." Ryan grinned cheekily.

Andy rolled his eyes irritatedly.

"Okay, I'm joking. It's too late so I'll drop you home." He said a bit more seriously now.

"No, Thanks. I'll be fine on my own."
Andy answered, wanting to get away from this place as soon as possible.

"But I insist, Mr. Fowler. It's really late and The weather is not good as well."

Andy was about to decline again when he saw Officer Michael walking out of the mansion with other police officers. Andy's eyes widened in fear and he immediately turned towards Ryan.

"Fine. Thank you." He said before hurrying to the passenger seat.

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Andy tried to keep calm and not let his mind drift off to unwanted people - like the man sitting beside him in the driver's seat - But that was not possible when Rye kept looking at him from time to time, as If trying to read his mind or something.

"If you don't mind, Can I ask you something?" Rye finally asked after a while.

"Yeah, sure."

"Why were you hiding from that police officer?" Andy looked at him in shock before diverting his eyes towards the road again.

"It's okay If you don't want to answer." Rye started again, "But when someone doesn't answer, people tend to make assumptions. And I don't want to assume anything wrong about you."

"I don't care what you or other people assume about me." Andy said softly, keeping a straight face.

"Really?" Rye asked in interest.

"Yes. And If you think that I'm that serial killer, even then I won't care at all."

"No." Rye said, almost immediately, "You can be anything but You can't be that serial killer. You're way too nice for that."

"Now tell me, Why were you so scared of that Officer?"

Andy's expression changed from emotionless to Painful as He sighed heavily before speaking.

"My parents.. They died in an accident. Some rich man crashed into the car they were in.. And They died at the spot." His voice was rough but barely audible as He spoke, "He was very rich. He influenced the police to prove that my parents were the one at fault. H-He said that they committed suicide."

"I tried very hard to prove the truth. But He- He told the police that I-I am mentally unstable." Andy's voice almost broke at the end, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"Whenever I see Police officers, It reminds me of that incident. Sometimes I feel angry at them.. and Sometimes I get scared of them. That's why I try to avoid the Police." He finished, quickly wiping away the few tears that were beginning to fall from his eyes.

Rye was looking at him sympathetically, with a deep frown on his face. He quickly plucked a tissue out of the tissue box and gave it to Andy.

"I'm really sorry that you had to go through all of this." He said, voice soft and sympathetic.

"Stop the car." Andy said suddenly.

"What?" Rye was confused but stopped the car anyway. But as soon as He did that, The blue eyed boy unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.