Mini Foley- Book 3, The End

4. Mystery

"We're doing a thing on Wednesday, join us. It's the only real send off he's gonna get." Deigo told me, leaning up against Monty's old locker. Deigo and I never really talked, even though him and Monty seemed close. I sighed and shrugged, putting some books away. "I don't know, it all seems so weird. I'm still hoping that He'll show up to school tomorrow and tell me it was a prank." I replied, looking at my feet.

I shut my locker and looked up at the boy, he seemed to understand me. "I know, I don't believe it for a second. Come or don't, I won't hold it against you, but you'd get to wear his personal jersey. Only he's ever worn it." He continued, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I nodded "I'll be there. And for the record, I've worn most of his clothes before...including his jersey." I stated before leaving him and walking down the hall.

The football team adored Monty, who can blame them? He was an amazing player, he looked out for his teammates and made everyone smile. He always made time for the team as if it was the only thing he had left besides me. When he didn't get chosen as captain it really hurt him, especially because it was his last year and he wouldn't be able to get chosen again.

I'd always told him though that there was always college. I'd clearly spoken too soon. How was I supposed to know he would...you know. I carried myself to the lunch hall where I could finally get some food inside me. My eating patterns had been all over the place, sometimes I wouldn't even eat. I sat down and pulled an energy drink out of my bag along with a granola bar.

That was my lunch, not the best but I couldn't really remember the last time I had a good lunch. My table was empty besides myself, nobody dared to sit next to me right now. When they did, I'd tell them to fuck off. I quietly ate my lunch, the granola bar disappearing into my mouth within seconds.

"Angie, can we talk?" I heard from behind me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head "No." I replied, opening the fizzy energy drink. They sighed and sat next to me "We're talking."

"What do you want, Justin? What is there to talk about?" I asked, facing him. I glared at him, my eyes not blinking for a second. "Everything! You're not okay and you won't talk to me about it. I'm your big brother, I'm supposed to help you." He said, making me scoff.

"Is that what you did? You didn't like me with Monty, you thought he wasn't good for me so you helped me?" I questioned, holding nothing back. Justin's face went blank, he wasn't happy with that reply. Good.

"What? I had nothing to do with Monty's death." He shook his head. Something about that answer, just let me know that Monty's death wasn't an accident. It wasn't an inside prison thing, it was outside too. I squeezed my thigh, trying to control my anger. I took deep breaths.

"Shit like that just happens." He added. Justin looked me up and down, he knew I was at my breaking point. I was so angry and confused at the same time. But it all just built up into sadness. Monty wasn't here to calm me and he wasn't here to make me better. It was torture having to deal with this alone.

I kept quiet, focussing on controlling my anger. But my vision soon blurred and I was scared that I was going to start crying. I felt myself fall backwards before blacking out once again.
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Waking up in a cold hospital with the AC on blast was not a thing I loved to do, it wasn't even on my bucket list, but it was getting too often. I groaned as I woke up, knowing almost exactly what had happened. Or at least I had an idea.

When people say their anger takes control of them, it's usually not true or it's completely over exaggerated. With Monty, it took control of his thought process. With me though it took control of everything, from my brain to my breathing, my heart and my normal sences. It was rare that my anger made me black out or affected either of the above but then again, I didn't really have many things to be severely angered by.

It was also no big secret I had an anger problem- my past can speak for itself. I looked around at the white room and spotted my brother sitting a small distance away from me. I sat up and glared at him "Why the fuck am I here again? Why are you here?" I asked with a huff, rolling my eyes.

"I didn't mean to anger you, I just needed to talk to you and then you went all red. Your eyes rolled back like a zombie and then you collapsed onto the floor." He explained, getting up. I groaned "You didn't mean to anger me? Really? You know for a fact that I'm not fucking happy right now. I need him but he's not here and I swear when I find out-" I was cut off by the nurse walking in.

"Hello again, you're awake!" Nurse Mullens greeted, bringing me some chocolate yogurt to raise my sugar levels. "I'm sorry for wasting your time again, I wouldn't be here if Justin would have just shut the fuck up." I sighed, smiling kindly at the two of them.

The Nurse looked awkwardly between us letting out a simple "oh." Followed by "Well, you seem good to go. I can order you a taxi home if you need it." She handed me the yogurt and a spoon but I declined. "It's okay, I can walk." I told her, getting up. This time I was still in my clothes, comfortable and clean.

"I can drive you." Justin offered. I raised my eyebrows "I just said I can walk, no thank you." I sighed, walking out of the room and leaving Justin with the Nurse in an awkward silence. How dare he try to be nice? He put me in hospital! His little sister!

I knew he had something to do with Monty's death and the case but I just didn't know how. I reached my apartment and fell onto my sofa. I looked around me and held a pillow at my side. I thought of how I could find everything out and that now, I couldn't trust anyone.

They were all suspects, any one of that stupid little group could have done it. There was one person though that I knew would break under pressure and as much as I hated it, my investigation was going to start there.
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"Hey Tyler, thanks for comming over. I really wanted to see you." I cheerfully told him. He smiled and nodded "I'm happy you invited me, how have you been?" He questioned, walking into my apartment. He looked around, seeming a lot happier than he was before.

"It's been tough, finding out about Monty and then what happened to him really hurt me, but I guess that what he did had to be payed for." I chirped, so easy to lie. When I wanted to lie, like this, I could easily switch my entire personality up. This being said, lying to Tyler was a piece of cake.

He looked nervous "Yeah, but I still feel sorry for him, he didn't have to die. I'm sorry." Tyler stated. He was an honest and good person most of the time. "Anyways, you hungry or thirsty?" I asked, Tyler shook his head.

I shruggd, sitting down on my sofa with Tyler next to me. On the table was the yearbook, I'd been looking through it all afternoon. Tyler picked it up and smiled at his work "This was the first game of the year, I took all of these photos." He proudly told me, pointing at the Liberty Tigers mascot.