[DISCONTINUED] On the Edge (AshTrash669 x Edgy_Space_Prince)

Stability Crash

⚠️TW: implied missing person, family death, implied kidnapping/murder, mentions of gay conversion therapy, mention of burning buildings ⚠️

Jocelyn's POV

There's yelling.

They're panicking.

But all I can think about right now is what may have been his last words.

"What are you looking at, kid?"

"Nothing-"

"I'm joking. I don't care if you're looking at me... it's probably the last time you'll see me anyways."

I can't be completely sure he said that last part.

But it felt like the only way I could get closure.

I hope years down the line, these memories are blurry for me. I don't want to remember Edge, the closest to a motherly figure I have, like this. Maybe that sounds selfish.

Nobody panic, but everyone's panicking.

It's gonna be fine, but someone already ran.

Mama Edge and I made eye contact, fear evident not only in the room but in our faces too.

Making her way through the people, she slowly kneeled down to make eye contact with me.

"I'm gonna take you to your bedroom, okay Jocelyn?"

I nodded. Mama Edge led me to my room, which was surprisingly much quieter than the rest of the chaotic treehouse.

"It's gonna be okay, I promise."

Was she trying to convince me, or herself?

Briar's POV

I looked down at the paper. When Ash told me I had a letter, I thought it was meaningless. When I saw my home address on it, my neutrality turned to concern, hell, fear. I'd prepared for the worst-- being asked to come home, someone outed me-

Dear Briar,

If you're receiving this letter, we, your parents, have died. Attached to this letter is a copy of our will. Please read it. We know not where your brother resides.

Sincerely,
Mom and Dad

I flipped to the will.

To our daughter, Briar Angelle, we leave our property in Niekia Bay on 204 Lemon Street, all paperwork filled out for two new residents. Our reason being, not because it is relevant, but because we would like her to know, is because we knew Kawali was growing homophobic and, despite her never coming out, we had deduced on our own that she fell under the category of "wlw," and we want what is best for her.

To our son, Jet Angelle, we leave our entire net worth in USD, and our Kawali property on 666 Brook Lane. We hope he doesn't accidentally burn it down.

I didn't bother reading the rest, out of shock. My jaw had dropped, my brain wasn't even speaking English.

"What's that?" GC asked, walking into our shared room.

Too confused to say anything, I just handed her the letter and will copy. She read it quickly (being the smartass she is) and looked just as shocked as I did.

"Yeah," was all I was able to mutter.

"This... is a lot." She said quietly. "Your parents are dead, your brother's missing-"

"Missing?" I asked. "I thought they just didn't know where he was?"

"You didn't know?" GC asked. "I saw posters with his face all over the streets."