Bed Sheets II

72. You Lied To Me

"Give me my fiancé," Kyle hissed through gritted teeth.

"Talk first," Draven ordered, narrowing his eyes towards Kyle even though the muzzle of the gun was directed to hit him point blank in the chest, "and I'm only giving him to you when you dropped that gun."

"Okay then let's talk," Kyle spat, turning his eyes towards Eric. He paused for a moment, glaring at Eric before screaming, "You agreed to come here to get back with Draven, isn't that true?"

"No," Eric was shivering behind Draven, feeling as if his blood flow had stopped and he was growing lightheaded, seeing the pistol directly aimed at Draven, "Not at all—"

"Don't fucking lie to me!"

"Kyle!" Draven retorted, "You're scaring him! Stop screaming and maybe he'll tell you!"

"Don't you dare fucking yell at me, I owe you nothing—"

"Okay," Eric spoke when he felt the situation escalating since Kyle had stepped forward menacingly, "Draven, let me speak." He met Kyle's gaze, noticing how puffy and teary his eyes were, spiking red as if he had sobbed for days. And he cleared his throat, "Kyle, you've been crying?"

"Yes, I've been fucking crying, Eric. I have nobody; I used that bitch Rebecca but I thought she would stay. I had you but you cheated on me the moment we got here. And Draven?" he chuckled in disbelief, "He never meant to stay, he just fucked me over and left like I meant nothing. So I'm taking you back, you have to come back to me."

"Then drop the gun and he'll go with you—"

"No."

Draven glanced over his shoulder when he heard Eric's cold growl; he was glaring directly at Kyle, his eyes showing no mercy. When Kyle's eyes widened, Eric shook his head, "I can't go with you. You told me to tell you the truth so I will—"

"Eric, stop," Draven said under his breath, knowing Eric could hear him, "just agree with him."

Eric snorted, glancing towards Draven before vividly shaking his head. He was afraid, seeing the pistol aimed at Draven, but Kyle needed to hear the truth, "I'm sorry Kyle, I can't go with you."

Kyle's breath shortened, becoming caught in his throat. he tightened his girl around the pistol and shuffled in his stance for a moment before whispering, "W-Why not?"

"I'm grateful for everything you've done for me, Kyle," Eric attempted to step around Draven, but Draven aggressively snatched him by his shoulder and shoved him behind. "He will keep doing this Kyle; just point the gun to the floor and I'll step in front to talk to you, face to face."

"No, I want it on the ground—"

"Draven, shut up," he met his gaze for a moment, narrowing his eyes, "Please." They eyed one another for a moment, and Eric noticed Draven's form softened slightly, his muscles not as tense as they were a second earlier.

"I trust you Eric," he whispered.

Kyle was hesitant, staring repeatedly between the both of them, but he slowly lowered the pistol to aim towards the floor. That was when Draven allowed Eric to step forward, and he kept his hands lifted, "Let's talk, okay?"

"Tell me why you can't be with me," Kyle's lips were quivering. "I've done nothing wrong to you."

"You saved me, I know and I'm thankful," Eric genuinely smiled. However, after a few seconds, his smile immediately fell, "But you also abused me, physically. You made me lie on the news about Draven, which basically ruined his life. I wasn't becoming the person I wanted to be when I was with you. That's only because we're not compatible, and we weren't meant to be—"

"Then how come we were meant to be when we were away from here? When we were in Whicks?!"

"We were in our honeymoon phase. We loved each other, and I really believed we were meant to be. But we're not, and neither of us can fight that."

Draven noticed Kyle's veins beginning to show even more on his neck and forehead, and he subtly gripped the back of Eric's suit.

The gun was quivering at his side, "Then...you lied to me."

"I didn't—"

"You knew we weren't going to be together, that's why you agreed to come here. You always wanted to return to Draven, I was just a stepping stone until you were ready..." his voice was low and menacing, filled with unsettling rage that both Draven and Eric felt shivers run along their spines. Neither of them had ever seen such fury rush through Kyle, and Draven stepped towards Eric instantly.

"Eric, get back—"

"You used me..." Kyle whispered, tears beginning to leak from his eyes, "you betrayed me...you never loved me..." his gun began to raise, and a confused Eric stood paralyzed in his stance.

"Kyle—"

"You hurt me, so how about I hurt you too!" Kyle shouted, and the gun flew upwards.

"Eric, get back!"

Instantly, Draven leaped forward and wrapped his arms around. At the same time, the entire audience heard the last gunshot and loud cries resounded across the room. At the same time, the entire hall fell into complete darkness, and before the audience members could begin panicking, the SWAT team with night vision eyewear surrounded the room, and it was not long until they heard,

"Suspect detained! Suspect detained!"

"We need a medic, one shot!"

"Oh my goodness!"

They heard a scream, and when the lights returned, everyone was in terrifying shock that there was nobody speaking. They all stared at the famous author Draven H. Malcom, laying unconscious over Eric.