KILLER

Chapter Forty Four

"Playing with the flames, now I'm on fire."

I walked along the beach, the sand between my bare toes as the waves crashed against the shore. The wind picking up as the sun began to set.

Spinning around, my eyes landed on him and I couldn't help but grin widely, "I've missed you Wes." I state, bumping my shoulder against his.

He smiled over at me, grabbing my hand in his, "I've missed you too, bub. Been a hard few weeks without my best friend." He drawls out.

Snickering, I rose an eyebrow at him when my eyes landed on Jameson running through the sand. Mendes right next to him, accompanied by his boxer Koda.

I bring a hand down my face, "There's a lot that's been going on," I whispered out, looking over at him.

Feeling my heart slam in my chest, because I knew deep down I would never be able to tell him the entire truth - about anything that's happened.

It would be reckless, I trusted him with my life but I couldn't risk him knowing everything.

"Both Charles and Kimberly Clyde are Dead I hear," He replies, raising an eyebrow at me.

I clamped my mouth shut, thinning my lips into a line while gazing away from him, "I have a brother." I whispered out.

His eyes widened, his lips parting, "You found out about him." He answers.

My eyebrows furrow and I play with my hands in front of me, sucking in a deep breath; "You knew about Dean?" I questioned.

A silence falling between us as he processed my words, he grabbed my hand in his and swung it lightly, "It was never the right time to tell you, I knew you would find out on your own."

I chewed the inside of my cheek, watching as Jameson ran alongside Koda. Laughing loudly as the waves crashed in against the shoreline.

I brought my hand down my face, sucking in a deep breath when my eyes landed on two figures approaching us. Mendes was next to Jameson within seconds, Koda running around them.

My eyes widening when I realized it was Thomas, and he brought a kid along with him. Causing my eyes to narrow a bit as they approached us slowly.

"Hey," Thomas shouted out, walking towards me before pulling me in for a tight hug.

He pulls away when Mendes and Jameson walk our way, "Hayley, you remember Darren right?" He drawls out, catching me by surprise.

Darren Walker, was a kid Thomas picked up a year ago, one night after finding him in an empty parking lot, the shit kicked out of him.

He was only ten.

Thomas took him in for the night, before taking him to the hospital the next day. Last I knew the kid would swing by every so often to visit him.

Darren opened up to Thomas about his parents, his father was South African and his mother a white Canadian.

He had messy black curls and hazel eyes, last I seen him he was smaller. He was almost taller than me now, his smile still being infectious.