chapter 14

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Nathan's P.O.V

The police had been looking for Bruce for 3 days now. They had come to school to interview the pupils'

"What was your relationship with Bruce?" They'd ask

"I didn't know much about him, we didn't talk a lot." I'd say

I had told them about the van but I didn't tell them about the licence plate number, Aiden had asked me not to.

Bruce's mom was a mess; she would wait for Bruce outside of school at 3:10 and expect him to come out with the rest of us, and when he didn't she would start crying and be escorted home by a member of staff.

*************A day later******************

On the 4th day since Bruce went missing, the police had found his body dumped I the woods- a few miles from my old house. There was a nearby cottage; the police said that they have come to a conclusion. Bruce was being held captive against his own will; he was strapped down to a bed and was tortured. One of the murderer's apprentices' let him go free. Unfortunately he was caught

When I went home I started to think... maybe it was Aiden who murdered Bruce, it all fits. Aiden wanted to murder anyone involved in gang. He had asked me for the licence plate number so that he could track Bruce down... Oh my god! Aiden killed Bruce!

I went to school the next day but it was totally different; I didn't talk to anyone, I sat at the front of the classroom to avoid being spoken to by my friends. I even ate outside at lunch away from the others.

On my way home Aiden called my mobile... I didn't answer it.

"How was school Kiddo?" My dad said when I went in to the house.

"Fine." I said smiling. It was so fake I'm almost certain Danny could see it... all the way in heaven!

I ran up stairs into my room, I threw my bag onto the floor and fell back onto the bed. Gosh. I didn't notice how weird my room looked? It was identical to the room I had in my old house, I didn't spend as much time in here as I did then. I took off my clothes and put on some jeans and a black hoodie, I put on a bit of makeup too. I ran downstairs and told my dad I was leaving. As I opened the door I found my mom fidgeting with the lock and she nearly flew right in.

"Sorry mom," I said "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine." She said as if nothing had happened. "Let me drive you to the studio."

"How'd you know I was going there?" I said

"I'm Psychic... Duh, you've got your stationary bag." She said pointing toward my bag.

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Sorry it's so short

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