The Boy Who Read Minds ✔️

60:\\ A Little Birdie

cw: rape & violence

Joseph

A little birdie told me that Violet was at the her house tonight. Unfortunately for me, I didn't have a ride, but that hadn't stopped me before.

Trina had said these words to me before deciding to leave town and take Tyler with her. They were merely juniors in high school and now they had left town to live on their own. I wondered what she had done to make him agree, but I was done asking questions.

The most she could've done was at least stay for Jared and Ethan's funerals, she was the reason behind one of those deaths after all. Yet she was selfish and happy with her new found mortality. She could grow old and die now which was all she ever wanted.

I was happy for her, how could I not be. But she'd now left me alone, texting me the address of the hospital on the phone she had given me and leaving with a suitcase and a boy named Tyler. I guess that meant Amy was now up for grabs.

But she was probably crazy too and I didn't have the patience to deal with her problems. It had only been a week or so and now the entire town knew that her sister was on trial for murdering Jared's father, Ethan Kowell. The owner of a restaurant branch that was now up for grabs. I would be sure to try to snatch it and get rid of the poverty I was living in. Since my parents had been mauled by an animal, I had no money.

Regardless, the hearing in court would happen tomorrow and that was just a whole mess on its own; so Amy was out of the picture for me because she was too much drama.

Nobody believed Bailey was innocent except for Bailey Bloom herself. Stupid, stupid girl.

I had texted Trina to see if Violet was at her house with no response. I groaned. My face was still covered in scars and bruises from when Aaron had come to my home a couple days ago.

I couldn't keep track of everything. I knew that Jared had gotten brutally, magically, and mysteriously murdered three days ago. He died a day later at the hospital and I knew Aaron and Violet had taken Stacy home. I trusted my little birdie to tell me all this information and she was never wrong. And today, neither of them had gone to school again. Neither did Amy or Stacy.

I wondered why and realized that they were burying Jared today. I didn't go nor did I care. Sure he was my teammate, but we weren't friends. I couldn't have cared less as long as Trina was happy. Because Trina was my friend, and now she was gone too.

The town seemed to be shrinking by the second and I knew nobody would ever get vengeance for Jared's death because it wasn't exactly a person who had taken his soul.

I knew where Violet lived like it was the back of my hand. I had been there countless times when we were together. I'd spent more time in her room than in my own at some points of our relationship.

And she loved me. I knew she loved me. From the day she met me, I could tell she liked me. So when we started high school, I decided to ask her on a date.

We went to the movie theater and I kissed her; her first kiss. She was bubbly the entire night, happy to be there with me and flustered when I kissed her after my older brother dropped us off at her house.

She and I spent a lot of time together. We would work on our math homework together and I'd sneak kisses along the way.

It was our sophomore year when things got more serious. Anytime I even brought up anything sexual, she would say something along the lines of, "I can't wait to do that with you... when we're married."

I grew frustrated; I didn't have the patience for a girl that wouldn't put out and so I would go to parties, have my fun, and she would never have to know about it. It's not like she found out anyway.