Foul Play Is Better Kept Secret 🥀 || DISCONTINUED

XVII

"Any news?"

"He refuses to speak, Ryan. I've tried--"

"Then continue trying! I don't care what you do as long as you get him to speak."

"Fine."

As soon as the call ended, Rye punched the wall out of frustration. Three days ago, he had been celebrating his victory for finally winning over Andy's love and affection. However, Things have turned upside down in only a matter of seventy two hours.

One step towards his victory has now turned into two steps towards his doom.

Flashback

"Andy was the last one to speak to her." Rye frowned as Harvey glared at his husband.

"What are you implying?"

"I'm not implying anything. I'm just saying that If Andy was the last one to speak to her then he should know where she went."

"I-I don't know." Andy replied softly. He looked on the verge of crying.

"Why are you lying?" This time Elisabeth spoke; full of rage and disbelief, "I saw you walking into her room. I was present there at that time but then I left so both of you can talk."

'Saw Andy...?' Rye thought confusedly.

"What are you talking about, mum?" Andy sniffed, "I admit that I went to her room to talk but she wasn't present there and neither were you."

And that's when it clicked.

'Ansel!' Rye gritted his teeth and quickly excused himself, rushing towards Ansel's secret room.

To: Blair
Don't let anyone come upstairs. I'll be back in a few minutes.

Pressing the 'send' option, He pocketed his phone and pushed open the door. The room was dark and cold; just like Ansel himself. Rye turned on the lamp and immediately backed away in horror. The boy was sitting on the floor, leaning his back against the king sized bed. His face was devoid of any emotion; It was dull and plain and slightly hazy. But the reason for Rye's horrified reaction wasn't the boy himself but rather the gold vase covered in blood, sitting idly in his hands.

"Ansel?" Rye took a few steps towards himself but he didn't budge.

"Ansel, Get up!" He pulled him up harshly and only then the boy became aware of his surroundings.

"Rye--"

"What did you do?" Rye growled. The blue eyed boy looked at him confusedly, fueling his anger furthermore. He grabbed the back of his head and pulled on his hair.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO LOREN? Where the fuck is she!? Answer me or else--"

"I KILLED HER." He shouted suddenly before bursting into laughter; not the cute kind, rather, the evil maniac kind.

"You did WHAT?!" Rye growled as he grabbed his husband's jaw harshly, "How many times have I told you to STOP these disgusting activities of yours!? I'm working my ass off to save you and YOU, on the other hand, don't have a single ounce of self control--"