Byler || What are the odds?

Chapter 9

Will's POV

It's been 2 days since I met Him in the alley that night. I was still mentally hitting myself for letting him win over me. Or, technically, he didn't, since he took the medicine with a tracker in, but I let him take it from me. I let him pin me against the wall and take my weapon. I was supposed to be strong, and never loose a fight. In fact, I had never lost a fight before. I wasn't planning on it either. I was the best student at the royal army school, and I was way younger than the rest of the students. I was the only kid ever that had gotten 1500 points on their testing. And I lost a fight against a street boy.

Of course I didn't tell commander Larson the full story. I told her I gave him the medicine, and that he didn't know that there was an army hiding a few blocks away. If she knew the truth, she would kill me, and she would probably give me a lot of extra classes as punishment. She cares so much about her reputation that she can't have her best student fail. So I couldn't disappoint her.

Commander Larson's army was supposed to start searching for him today. I wasn't allowed to come with them, even thought I begged for it. She said that she needed me to stay at home for this.

So that's what I was doing. I was sitting in my couch at home, in my apartment, and thinking. My dog, Chester, laid on my lap. I was gently stroking my fingers through his white, thick, soft fur. He was breathing slowly, and I could feel how his body went up and down in a relaxing rhythm.

I was bored. Something I never had time to be before. I had to be at school all day, or at the training arena, and when I wasn't I was at home studying. But now, when we were working on this case, I didn't have to go to school. So just sitting down without actually doing anything was unusual for me. I was feeling restless, like I was supposed to actually be doing something.

It was also when I was just sitting there doing nothing that my thoughts started to take over. I hadn't exactly had time to think about stuff before. Now I was thinking about everything. All my memories from Jonathan, mom and dad, and other stuff. The image of Jonathan's lifeless, bloody body laying on the ground with his eyes wide open popped up in my head.

"I have a shift tonight between 11 PM and 4 AM, so you'll be home alone. I'm guarding the hospital."

I could hear Jonathan's voice in my head. I could see him standing there in the kitchen, while I was sitting at the table with my laptop, studying.

"Okay. I might go down to the gym later, I don't know. I have to study too."

Jonathan nodded. He sat down at the table and joined me.

I smiled sadly at the memory

"Bye Will, see you tomorrow, I hope you'll be asleep at 4 AM" he chuckled.

I remember thinking that I usually stayed up all night studying, so I would probably be awake when he got home.

"Bye Jonathan" my voice echoed in my brain.

Jonathan left the apartment.

That's the last time I ever saw him alive.

I shed a single tear, and it rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away with my hand fast.

I got another flashback, from later that night. It was around 1 AM.

The doorbell rang while I was studying. I was almost done, and I was planning on going to the gym afterwards. But that didn't happen.

I got up from the table and opened the door, and I saw Steve. He looked sad, like he had been crying.

"Steve, hi" He looked me in the eyes and I could see now that he for sure had been crying. I looked at him with a confused face.

"There has been a burglary at the hospital. Your brother..." he started. I froze. Did something happen to Jonathan?"

"...I'm sorry to say it, but..." No, please no.

"...Jonathan was killed." My ears started to ring, and everything seemed to stop. I wanted to wake up, and realize that it was all just a nightmare. I wanted to wake up so badly, but I didn't. It wasn't a nightmare, it was happening. I was wide awake.

I felt how Steve put a hand on my shoulder. He had some sort of black liquid on his hand, probably from his gun or something.

"Commander Larson needs you at the hospital right now. She wants you to inspect the body."
Jonathan's body? My dead brother's body? She wanted me to inspect it?

The tears were now streaming down my face. I closed my eyes, and took a deap breath. But I only started crying more. And I wasn't only crying silently anymore, I was gasping after air, and my whole body was shaking.

Chester whimpered, and sat up in my lap. He licked my face, and pressed his body agains my chest, trying to comfort me. I smiled sadly through all tears, and held him tight. He was all I had left.

My parents died in a car accident when I was 8 and Jonathan was 13. He has been taking care of me for so long. I remember the day our parents died, commander Larson had rang on our doorbell at around 5 PM on a Saturday, and Jonathan opened the door. I was watching TV in the living room. I turned down the volume to hear what they said .

"Hi, Commander Larson, our parents aren't home at the moment. They're at work" Jonathan said.

"Mr. Byers, is you brother here too?" She looked behind his shoulder, and saw me. Jonathan turned around.

"Will? Come here." Jonathan said.

I tuned the TV off and ran over to the door. I was barefoot, running on the varnished wooden floor. I was wearing grey sweatpants and a blue oversized sweatshirt. I remember it like yesterday. Jonathan stood at the door, wearing blue jeans and a gray hoodie. He didn't have school that day, he was still in middle school so he was free on Saturdays and Sundays. In high school, you had school every day. Commander Larson stood at the door too, wearing her uniform. She had her thin, dark hair in a high, tight pony tail. She was about the same height as 13 year old Jonathan, maybe 5'2". She looked at me with her signature facial expression, always calm, serious and emotionless.

"Boys, I have some bad news. Your mom and dad, they were in a car accident a couple of hours ago. We rushed them to the hospital, but unfortunately, they didn't make it." I looked up at Jonathan, terrified.

"W-what?" Jonathan said.

"Your parents are dead" she repeated, without any emotion in her voice but a slight tone of annoyance. Wasn't she sad? How could she act like nothing happened?

Jonathan and I looked at each other. He was crying. I didn't really understand what was happening, I was in shock.

"B-but what about us? What happens now?" Jonathan asked, his voice almost breaking. It hurt seeing him this way.

"I guess you'll be fine. Jonathan, you're 13. And Will is getting tested in only 2 years." She said.

"I better get going now, I have to be at the arena." She said. "Bye boys" she left, and closed the door after her. We heard the door lock itself, and everything went silent. We just stood there.

I remember crashing my head into Jonathan's chest and hugging him hard. He put his arms around me and held me tight. That's when the first tears fell form my eyes, and seconds later I was a crying mess. I wanted to scream, I wanted to hit something, with all my strength. But I didn't, I stood there, hugging Jonathan harder and harder. We were both crying, holding on each other as if our life depended on it. I don't remember for how long we stayed like that, but my memory of the rest of that day was blurry.

I was hugging Chester, crying harder than ever. I felt like I lost everything. First my parents, then Jonathan. I have no one left that cares about me.

I have no one

A/N
This sucks🤡🤡

Sorry

People are actually reading this tysm omg

-Ingrid