𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪

My fault. - Chapter 11

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Eddy and Brett both froze. Brett looked at the door confused, and Eddy simply stood there in shock.

Brett got up to open the door and he was greeted by a mob of policemen.

"What's going on??" Brett asked, confused as two of them forcefully grabbed him by his arms.

"You are under arrest for 3rd degree murder." One of them said.

Eddy was simply shocked, mad at the same time. He stood up, walking over to them. "WHAT DID HE EVER DO? IS THERE PROOF HE EVER DID?!" he yelled at them.

The policemen slightly flinched at the tone he used. "HE'S UNDER ARREST FOR KILLING THE FAMOUS SOLOIST, HILARY HAHN" they yelled back.

Eddy froze. Brett didn't deserve this. He's getting in trouble all because Eddy was completely crazy.

"Is there proof he did such a thing?!" He said. The policeman looked at Eddy.

"Yes, he was the last one to be with Hilary, according to people." The policeman said.

Brett was on the verge of crying. Soon, he let the tears out.

"But I would never do that! She's my best friend!" He yelled.

The policeman shook his head and ordered the other men to take him away. "That's what they all say, young one."
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Eddy was sitting down at the couch, completely dead founded. "I thought I disposed her body.." he said.

He ran his hand through his hair, thinking. "He's getting in trouble all because of me.."

Tears were forming in Eddy's eyes. He wiped his tears and got up. "Wait for me Brett. I'm coming."

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Brett stood in the cold cell, confused and unaware of what was happening.

"Why am I getting accused of killing my best friend..?" He asked himself.

His cell mate was a rather, skinny dude, just like Brett. The dude just sat in the corner, looking depressed.

"Hi.. what's your name.?" Brett asked, wanting to at least make some friends.

"This isn't the place to make friends. " the person said.

Brett slightly flinched at how cold their voice sounded.

"I'm just.. confused.. why I'm getting accused of doing something I never did.." Brett said, looking at the floor.

The guy looked at Brett.

"What's your name, kiddo?" The person asked.

Brett looked at the person, how was actually extremely handsome in a way he couldn't understand.

"Brett.. Brett Yang.." Brett said.

The person looked at Brett and stood up, walking over to Brett.

"Mitchel, hell to meet you." Mitchel said.

Brett looked at Mitchel, confused on how he thought he knew who he was.

"Have I.. seen you before..?" Brett asked, looking at Mitchel closely. Mitchel shrugged. "I wouldn't know, I just know you're that orchestra kid." Mitchel said.

Brett's eyes widened. "Mitchel.. Mitchel Cave.. is that you..?" He asked.

Mitchel just smiled/smirked. "I don't know, am I?"

Brett froze, he remembered being friends with the boy far long ago.

They were separated once Brett's mother saw Mitchel holding Brett's hand.

They knew each other for so long. 12 years at least. Brett was Mitchel's first love. And Mitchel was Brett's first love.
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Both of them held hands again, Brett almost completely forgot about Eddy.

"So why are you here, Bretty-bear?" Mitchel asked, caressing Brett's hand.

"I'm being accused of killing my best friend.. Hilary.." Brett said, frowning a bit.

"Did you do it?" Mitchel asked. Brett shook his head. "I swear I didn't. I was out the door once I let my boyfriend alone with her to let him apologize to her." Brett said.

Mitchel froze. "Boyfriend?" He asked. Brett nodded. Mitchel scoffed. "Why did he need to apologize to her?" He asked.

"Apparently he almost strangled her to de-" Brett froze, realizing what happened .

Mitchel just smirked. "So.. he was the one who killed her.." he said. Brett sat there in complete shocked.

"He.. killed her..?" He thought about it. "No.. he wouldn't.. he promised me he wouldn't hurt any of my loved ones.." Brett said.

"Sometimes, your partner can be a bitch." Mitchel said, smirking. Brett just stares at the floor, completely dumbfounded .
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"Brett Yang, you are getting out of prison." A police officer said. Brett was shocked. "What?-.. Eddy.." he said.

Brett was outside of his cell, at the front desk at the police station.

Eddy looked down at Brett, regret in his eyes.

The policeman looked at Eddy. "Go on.. tell him." The guy said.

Brett looked at Eddy, tears in his eyes. "You.. You were the one who killed Hilary?.." Brett asked.

Eddy kept a serious face, but you could obviously see tears forming in his eyes.

"Yes.. I'm sorry Brett.. I killed Hilary.."

Brett's eyes widened, he was speechless. Eddy was expecting Brett to yell at him or something but he never did.

Brett broke down in tears and ran away.

It hurt Eddy dearly to see him like that.
He wanted to chase after Brett and tell him he loved him but he was in handcuffs.

Eddy was put in a cell, he sat down on the so-called 'bed'.

"I'm so sorry.." tears were starting to sting Eddy's eyes, some of them actually rolling down his cheeks.

A person in the cell laughed. "Love hurts.. doesn't it.."

Eddy froze and looked up to see the back of the person who spoke.

"Who.. are you.." he asked.

The person turned around and looked at Eddy, a dark smirk shown on his face.

"I'm Mitchel, Brett's first love."
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( sorry for any spelling errors-)