Note: This chapter contains sexual content. --------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Ninety Four Luke’s Point of View Arriving home from my meeting, feeling a little annoyed. It went well, that wasn’t the issue, the issue was it only lasted 20 minutes! I came all the way back to LA for a 20 minute meeting and it wasn’t really even any new information! It was shit I already knew! Joey was there and seemed just as annoyed as me since he had to return to town for it too. …but at least it was done now and I could relax! I pulled my phone out and saw I had a text from Michael. I had messaged him when I originally got out of the meeting and asked what time he wanted to meet up, his response was just saying tonight and at the old house. Simple enough really, it was only down the road, plus... I didn’t particularly feel like going to a bar or something anyway. I responded with a simple ‘’cool’’ and closed the chat down, opening one with Peyt
Chapter Ninety Five Luke’s Point of View Mike arrived not long after me and to be completely honest… It was really awkward. There was the awkward silence, the awkward ‘’guy hug’’ that just felt so totally alien now, considering we... I guess we weren't even friends, not really, anymore at this point, but we sat down and did the whole ‘’how are you? How have you been?’’ thing. ‘So, um... You said you were moving soon?’ he asked. I knew he would, I mean... I didn't really know how he would feel about it, given the Jenson situation but at the end of the day, Jenson was MY son and I had been raising him with Peyton almost since the day he was born. I was his father... But I wasn’t completely heartless… …but given how easily and quickly Mike gave him up… I would be surprised if he cared that much about it. ‘Yeah, Peyton and the kids are already there, I’m just hanging around here making sure everything is all sorted, but we're probably only about a week or so from everything being fin
Chapter Ninety Six Michael’s Point of View I sat in my car for a minute, watching Luke disappear out of sight up the hill. Sighing I looked at myself in the mirror. I was being honest, I had really cleaned myself up and turned my life around. I had a lot of emotions and shit to work through and now I can see the light at the end of the depression tunnel. Hearing Luke tell me about how Jenson sees him and Peyton as his mum and dad really pulled on my heartstrings and made me feel like absolute shit. I mean, they were doing the job, and they deserve the title but... It still hurts like a kick in the nuts. Ella would be so ashamed of what I have let happen, to my life and our sons, but I know he's being looked after extremely well and I suppose in the end, that's what matters the most. I knew Peyton wouldn’t let me around Jenson any time soon… if ever, but Luke was more open minded. I suppose I just have to wait and see and let them make that choice in their own time. Starting the
Chapter Ninety Seven Michael’s Point of View Walking into my chosen club for the evening, I looked around, scanning the room for what options there were... And there were alot. I used to come here often, even though I tried to avoid going to the same place over and over to avoid suspicion. I could get away with it here though, there were constantly hundreds of people here and something I noticed was the staff came in and out of here so fast, changing almost weekly, that by the time I revisited, It was like starting new all over again. One of the reasons I love LA. There are always people visiting from out of town, people travelling, underage people, and lying about themselves. Fale ages, fake names, fake jobs, fake lives, there were just so many options for me to snatch someone up and no one would ever bat an eye or trace it back here. It was like a safe haven for me, but it just makes you wonder a little, just how many creeps, killers and dangerous people are all around us at any
Chapter Ninety Eight Arriving back at the Cabin, we headed inside. As soon as we were through the door, we were all over each other, I pushed her against the wall and a hot make out session ensued. It had been a while since I felt some sort of connection to... Well, anyone, like this... And the more I touched and caressed her… the more I found myself having second thoughts about everything. Breaking apart from each other's lips, I rested my forehead against hers and she let out a sweet chuckle, clearly embarrassed. ‘I have to be honest, I don’t do this kind of thing often’. I had to stop myself from laughing. The amount of times I heard that line before, but strangely... I believed it coming from her. ‘So what changed your mind with me then?’ She pulled away and looked at me. Like.. really, really looked at me. ‘I don’t know, you seem..’ She shook her head, almost lost for words, ‘Different’. Well.. she wasn’t wrong I suppose. ‘Well, I hope that's a good thing’. ‘I wouldn’t be
Chapter Ninety Nine Michaels's Point of View Leaning my head against the wall, I let out a long sigh. I was currently sitting in a Police Cell waiting for them to come and take me into one of those little interview rooms and try and coax me into ‘’confessing’’ to everything. I'd love to say they had nothing, but the truth was, with the cabin... They had everything. Sure, the kill room was sterilised and cleaned immaculately after every murder, but it was very clearly a kill room. The pills I put in the drinks were in the kitchen, the house was surrounded by shallow graves and corpses, and they had probably searched the whole house by now... And there was a lot to find. I was completely and totally fucked! …but if I showed that I was worried then they would pick up on it and sense it and I’d be even more screwed than I was now… though, was that even possible? I really hoped that bitch was on the case though, If I could get my hands on her, I'd really give them all something to
Chapter ONE HUNDRED! I was left there, in the interview room for god knows how long, until there was a knock at the door and Luke, of all people, poked his head around. I would have stood up and guy hugged him, but.. I couldn’t. 'You have 10 minutes’. A voice announced before the door shut again. He just folded his arms and glared at me. ‘What are you doing here?’ I asked, genuinely confused. He shouldn’t be here, he couldn’t risk it! ‘I called Damon because-’ ‘It doesn’t fucking matter why you called Damon!’ He snapped, cutting me off and taking me a little of guard, though his anger was justified. ‘I don't want to get you involved in my shit’. I told him, my tone low, ‘I can't discuss anything with you, they could be listening’. I told him. He looked around the room. ‘What have you done? Why are you here?’ He asked, moving to sit down. I thought of how I should word it, I wanted to be careful not to let on that Luke, as well as my other friends, had full knowledge of everythin
Chapter One Hundred and One ** A Few Days later ** The days were already starting to become repetitive. Each day that passed, they had more and more information against me. From what they say, I can imagine that it will just be any day now that they start digging and find my homemade cemetery. But I had come to accept that I wasn’t getting out of here so... Why worry about it? The day starts by being woken up to blinding bright lights at 6 am, a shitty breakfast, and then nothing else until they come and take me for yet more interviews. Apart from that, I spend all day every day in my Cell. When it comes to my interviews, I just refuse to answer any questions, I give the same ‘’No Comment’’ answer over and over again, for hours, to everything they ask. I knew it was driving them mad, they even brought in a new interviewer, Mrs Olivia Mayfield. Though as soon as I saw her, I knew this was just another mind game tactic... Because she looked like Ella… and they clearly know by now