Look. Maybe I wasn't the biggest fan of my father. But I loved him. Whatever happens, let it be known that I loved him.
Or... well. I didn't love him like I love Todd. I love Todd unconditionally, with my whole heart. My love for my father wasn't like that. But that doesn't mean I wanted him to die.
Just hearing the words, oh God. "Neil Perry? There's been an accident. Your father is dead. He's been murdered. We need you to come down to the police station for questioning." Just hearing them made my ears ring, my head feel foggy.
Questioning.
I'm not a criminal. I'm not like that. Why would I have killed him? It just doesn't make sense. All I want to do is act, and murder certainly isn't the type of thing that gives you a good reputation in show business.
And the way that they said he was killed... a gunshot to the head.
Thinking about it gives me flashbacks, flashbacks to college. I can almost feel the weight of the gun in my hands now, cold and dangerous. To tell the truth, I don't think I'd be here right now if it wasn't for Todd.
I draw the curtains and close the bedroom door. Then I sit on the bed, a sinking feeling in my chest.
What if whoever murdered my father is coming for me next?
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A Rose for Neil
Fiksi Penggemar-dead poets society fanfiction- NEIL PERRY is an accomplished actor. His father is dead, but Neil doesn't know it yet. TODD ANDERSON is an introverted poet and playwright. He's also Neil's loving husband. MR. PERRY was an abusive father with too-hig...
