Hope (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Dead Files
Tate's View

"Where do I start? Gosh, there's just so many things to talk about. So many things the monster has done wrong." I rubbed my arm, talking to myself. "Why don't you start from the beginning?" Officer Thompson spoke up, looking up from his notepad.

"Okay, which one do you want first? Why I did it or all of the bad things he's done?" I asked them. "All of the bad things he's done first." Officer Breckman spoke, making me nod and look back down at Harper's fingers.

"Well, it started December 13th of last year, 2018..." I began.

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I sighed as I looked at the gift in my hands. It's been a month since me and Angel started dating and he's been nothing but nice. But, he's never once mentioned what he would have wanted for Christmas.

I looked around Angel's room and bounced on his bed slightly. A few minutes ago Angel left for the gym, me refusing to go because I'm not really into the whole active thing. I got up and walked over to Angel's Apple laptop, opening it up.

I looked at the screen and watched as it asked for a password. I leaned back in the chair and thought for a second. What does Angel love most?

His cat, Tofu. I laughed as I remembered that his little sister named her while eating tofu.

"I guess it's not that funny anymore." I bit my lip and squeezed Harper's fingers, making her lean closer to me.

I typed in 'tofu' and immediately got in. I smiled and used the mouse to click on the YouTube app. I stopped when my eyes landed on a flashdrive plugged into the computer. I instead unplugged it and looked at it, realizing it was just a normal drive.

I plugged in back in and watched as a pop up popped onto the screen. It asked for a password, making me stop from closing the tab. Why would he need a password on a flashdrive?

I typed in 'tofu' but wasn't granted access. I bit my lip and read the tip at the bottom of the pop up.

'Hint: 843 324468 24824' A confused look crossed my face, making me tilt my head. I have no idea what that means. I shook my head and closed the computer, getting out of the seat and sitting on his bed.

"But, a month later, on January 28th, I learned the password, although I still don't know what it means." I sighed, looking off to the side. "What I saw, I can never unsee." Tears gathered in my eyes.

I looked through the crack in the door and saw Angel plugging something into his laptop. Suddenly, the same pop up I saw last month came up. I saw that he typed in a few numbers, watching them as they popped up on screen.

'8283 533337766'

It unlocked for him and he went to click on a file that I couldn't read the label on. I shook my head. This is so invasive, what if it's porn and that's why it's password protected. I sigh quietly and knock on the door, hearing as the clicking stopped. I heard a slam and quiet for a few seconds before the door finally opened up to a smiling Angel. "Hey Tate." He smiled at me as he opened the door all the way.

After awhile of talking and laughing, he said he needed to use the restroom. Right after he got up and left, my eyes went to his laptop. I mean, one little peak wouldn't hurt.

I opened it up and saw the flashdrive sitting a few inches away from the computer. I plugged in and watched as the pop up came up onto his computer.

I quickly typed in '8283 533337766' and watched as only one file showed up. I looked at the file name and froze a bit. 'Past and Future Kills' Of course I nervously laughed it off and clicked on the file, even more curious.

Inside were pictures and pictures of crime scene photos, some with him in them. My eyes were as wide as saucers as I kept scrolling. And finally, I got to the last picture. My school photo from the beginning of the year.

The door suddenly opened and I turned around quickly. Angel was standing at the door, his face red with anger. Everything happened so quickly, one second I was sitting in the office chair and the next I was getting slammed into the wall, his large hand cutting off my air stream.

I gasped for breath and clawed at his hand, tears falling down my face as he growled animalisticly. "What do you think you're doing?" He growled as he leaned down to get into my face. "M-murd-der-erer." I managed to get out, causing him to slam my head into the wall hard.

I cried and begged him to stop, promising that I wouldn't tell anyone. This continued for what felt like hours until black spots dotted my vision. He smirked at me with a sadistic look as my eyes slowly slipped shut.

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"I woke up awhile later with a concerned monster staring at me. He told me that I had hit my head while he was in the bathroom and he found me on the floor by his desk. Back then, I assumed that what happened was just a dream and I just lived life oblivious." I watched as Mr. Thompson's pencil moved across his notebook.

I look a deep breath and looked at everyone, subconsciously touching my turtleneck. "Has he done it again recently?" Mrs. Smith spoke up, holding the  hand that was touching my turtleneck over the table.

I nodded and looked over at Harper, who was urging me to go on with her eyes. I took another deep breath and let go of Harper's hand, bringing my hand to my mouth, starting to bite my nail. Here we go again.