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Trigger warning; self harm/ suicide attempt. So please if you're not okay with this, don't read it. ❤

Photo is Bruce.

BAD CUPID

Created By; Snow Marisvega

Chapter 116

"Is this really true?" Jaxton asked as they all had their noses in their phones. I swallowed, my hand shaky as I looked up and ahead and repeating the same action was Quinn. Our eyes met and she looked just as nervous as I was, she quickly marched over to me and Raven groaned.

"Not now, Croken."

"I'm not here for you," Quinn replied her and looked at me hastily. "This is bad."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know."

"Who would have thought that Muppet was a result of unconsented sex?" She said and I gave her a look.

"What? Just because his secret is out doesn't mean I don't still hate him." She said with a patronizing smile.

"Quinn, if he has this then-"

"He's not gonna stop." She swallowed.

"We got rid of everything."

"Did we?" She rhetorically asked and I remained silent. "He's not...gonna stop, Dylan."

"What do we do? No one would want their secret out if it is this."

"I'm sorry, I feel like I'm hallucinating." Raven said and we turned to her. "Are you two having a.....conversation?"

"Isn't it obvious? I thought you were smart?" Quinn retorted.

"It just is.....weird." Jaxton said, looking surprised.

"Yeah, you two always come after each other with effortless but outstanding remarks." Jon agreed and I sighed.

"Look here, Cyclops."

"I have two eyes." Jon chimed in and Quinn flashed him a smile.

"Not after I stab the right one."

"I'd like to see you try." Gwen said, taking a step forward and folding her arms.

"Can you both not...fight? This is more important." I said standing in between them.

"We always figure these things ourselves, we don't need her help." Raven said and Quinn chuckled.

"If being useless means figuring things out then by all means continue being an Indiana Jones, Frosty." Quinn shot and I turned to her.

"Damn, you've improved." I said, totally surprised and impressed with her comeback.

She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Ah, thanks."

"Call me useless one more time and I'll cut you into tiny pieces and give daddy for Valentine's day." Raven replied, clearly irritated by Quinn.

"She's not worth it, Raven, not any bit of our strength." Jon said, Quinn chuckled and looked at him.

"Coming from the boy missing a complete sense of fashion, I don't think anything should be taken seriously from you, you're like a low budget Mickelson brother and that is really not impressive."

I blinked, surprised.

"At least he's not fake or you know? Made of plastic," Gwen shrugged. "You should probably answer Barbie's call, you owe her some plastic."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "The only thing you can shade me with is the fake and plastic shit, and it is starting to get old guys, you should think of something else."

"I can think of a thousand other things that suits a cum guzzling cock sucker like yourself." Raven said and flashed her a smile.

"I'm sorry, what part was supposed to hurt me? The insult or the thousand other things because I'm lost."

I looked at Jaxton and signalled him for help but he just scrunched his nose asking me to stay out of it.

"You are so fucking annoying, shouldn't you be somewhere in some foreign country trying to get aids?"  Gwen frowned at her.

"This is as simple as ABC, Gwen. Tell your boyfriend to mind his damn business and fuck off because the whole manly thing he's tryna do and protection shit is a total turn off."

"He's my boyfriend, he's not supposed to turn anything on in you."

Quinn huffed. "If you were going for miserable troll then I'm happy to tell you, you found the right one."

"Oookay!!" I chimed in. "Quinn, can I talk to you for a second? Thank you." I said and pulled her away from them.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"This wasn't me, Dylan. They came for me and you don't expect me to remain silent this time. I'm nervous, scared, I didn't have any sleep last night because I was scared he was watching me all night and I am so not in the mood to deal with their drama." She said and let out a heavy breath.

"Keep doing that."

"Insulting them?"

"No, deep breaths, okay? You need to calm the fuck down so we can figure this out together."

"Well, hello Quinn and Dylan." A familiar voice said, we looked ahead and a smiling Joshua walked up to us. "Or should I say, Raven Froslen?" He said and looked at Quinn.

The others walked up to us and all glared at Joshua, oh if only looks could kill.

"What the hell did you do, Joshua?" Jaxton was the first to speak. "Don't you have any humanity left or are you nothing but black inside and miserable?"

"Humanity is for wusses and I'm not that." He said and Raven scoffed.

"I've seen a lot of evil people in my life but you take evil to a whole new level, Lex Luthor." She sneered.

He flashed her a smile. "Maybe you should be next since you're just so annoying I want you to drop dead." 

"Why would you expose Bruce's secret like that?" I asked and he looked at me

"When you decided to come after me and did what you did then I realized I needed to teach you a lesson, besides Bruce had it coming." He said and tilted his head to the side. "Did you really think coming to my house and posing as my friends, stealing my private things and deleting everything on my computer meant you had the upper hand?" He laughed.

"Dylan, what is he talking about?" Jon asked.

"Doomsday here had a box filled with a lot of people's nude photos, sex tapes and everything you could possibly think of in his house." Quinn answered on my behalf. "He's as bad as we thought, maybe worse."

"You're kidding!" Gwen said and I replied her.

"She's not."

"What is wrong with you?" Jaxton asked irritatedly.

"Posing as my friends and coming into my house, that is crossing the line." Joshua said and Quinn took a step towards him.

"No. Crossing the line is stalking people, taking naked photos of them and keeping them only to use it against them afterwards. Crossing the line is ruining people's lives just to satisfy your evil hunger." Quinn said, her voice filled with anger.

Joshua snorted. "You're one to talk, since you've been doing the same as me. Ruining people's lives."

"You take it to a disturbing level." Jaxton replied him.

"And that is why I am better at this game."

"Do you not get enough love at home?" Raven asked and he turned his gaze to her. "Is something wrong at home for you to act like a maniac because right now all I think you need is a fucking bullet to the eye."

"I can't help but second that." Quinn said and cocked a brow at him.

"Kinky, I like." Joshua beamed. "When you both decided to invade my privacy, I thought...maybe you were both declaring war, so I shot back and now I'll make sure that everyone who never stop up for Eric or back stabbed him will end up either self harming or dead." He grinned.

"You really are insane." Gwen shook her head at him.

Jon angrily took a step towards him. "Listen here." I stopped him from doing anything.

"You touch him and the school will turn against you and coach might kick you out before we expose him." I told him and Gwen pulled him back.

"You can't expose me, guys. Now that I know I need to be way way waaaaay more careful, the cops will need black magic to find whatever evidence." He said and the bell rang. "Oh, yeah, I have to get to class now." He said with a pout. "And if I were you I'd be checking on the almost dead." He said with a wink and walked away.

"He's like a villain from the eighties." Raven said while I just stared around, swallowing hard and feeling like shit. Like I had failed.

"Well this just sucks, how do we get rid of him?" Jaxton asked, sounding frustrated.

"What did he mean by checking on the almost dead?" Raven asked we all shrugged.

"I don't know and right now I just....I just need to think and....talk less, I'll see you guys later." I said and walked past them and down the hall when I hard Quinn call out my name.

"Dylan! Dylan!!"

I turned and saw her running towards me. "Quinn, what? I told you I need space from everyone and you're included."

"Shut up and listen you dumb witch." She said and grabbed a hold of me. "Checking on the dead. Joshua said he's gonna release things that will make people want to self harm or just end it." She said clueing me in and at first I didn't understand but then it clicked.

"Bruce."

She nodded.

"Bruce once told me he'd rather die than having people find out. Oh God." I breathed heavily.

"Wait, you knew about this?" She asked, shocked.

"I gotta go to his house." I said and was about to run when she gripped my arm and I looked back at her.

"You don't know his house or own a car so i should probably help."

"I thought you hated him?"

"Yeah, I never said I wanted him dead." She said and we both ran down the hall, past my friends, out the school and straight to her car.

"Hang in there, Bruce." I heard her say as she drove as fast as she could.

***

"Bruce!!!"  I screamed as I knocked on his door hard.

"Bruce!!!! Fucking open up!!!!" Quinn yelled as she looked around the house while I banged the door.

We were at his place, his house wasn't big. At school, Bruce portrayed the rich white boy that had so much money and deserved to be a jerk but in reality he wasn't any of that and his neighborhood also said that.

"He's not answering, no one is." She said and walked back to me, her voice filled with fear.

"I'm gonna break this door." I said in panic.

"Can you?"

"Are you asking that because you think I'm a bottom and powerless?" I asked and she remained silent for a couple of seconds before replying.

"No?"

Such stereotyping. What the fuck?

"You are impossible." I said as I moved backwards.  I kicked the door hard with a grunt but It didn't open, I kicked again and again and the forth time it fell to the ground.

"Wow." Quinn breathed. "Bottoms are strong."

"Quinn!!!" I yelled at her from inside the house and she blinked back to reality.

"Sorry." She said and ran in.

"Bruce!!!" I called out as we looked around the house.

"Check upstairs, I'll check the basement." Quinn suggested and with a continuous nod, I ran up the stairs while she went to a corner.

I pushed open the door to the first room I saw and ran in but it was empty, I ran out and went into the second, it was empty and I was beginning to feel uneasy. My heart was pounding so hard and my breathing was heavy.

I pushed the door to the third room open and I froze at the spot, my heart pounding more than it did before as I saw him hanging from the ceiling fan. "No, no, no, no." I ran to him and grabbed onto his legs, giving him support.

"I've got you, Bruce. I've got you. Hold on." I said and screamed out for Quinn. "Quinn!!!! Quinn!!!! Get up here!!!!" I held onto him and then Quinn ran into the room, once she got in she froze just like I did and clasped her mouth with her hand.

"Oh my...God." She stuttered.

"Help me!" I said and she ran to me. "Cut the rope." I instructed her.

Quinn looked around the room for something as I begged her to hurry. She threw the first drawer to his dresser the ground and a scissor slipped out. She picked it up, climbed his bed and cut the rope and he fell on me.

"Oh God." I pushed Bruce off me gently and knelt by his side, Quinn rushing to join me. "Hey, hey, hey, you've gotta stay with me." I slapped his face gently.

"Bruce!!." Quinn rubbed his hands while I placed my head on his chest but I couldn't get a heartbeat and it scared me.

"Quinn, h-he's n-not breathing." I stuttered. "He's not....he's not breathing. No, no, no, no."

"Dylan, do something." Quinn said, her lips trembling in fear.

"G-Get me some water." I said but all she did was stare at him. "Quinn! Go!" I bellowed at her, she quickly got up and scurried out.

I placed both my hands on his chest and began to add pressure, pushing and waiting for him to wake up but he just remained unconscious.

"Come on! Please! Don't you fucking die on me, Bruce." I begged and instantly, Quinn returned with a jug of water, I splashed some of it on his face but nothing, he wasn't waking up and my panic increased.

"Oh God." My chest tightened and the tears fell. "Please, Bruce. I'm sorry! Please." I cried.

I could only remember the boy back in Seattle who tried to kill himself after his parents found out he was gay.

I had found him.

I didn't want Bruce dead. I hated him but I didn't want him dead.

"Bruce! Come on, buddy!" I gave him CPR but nothing. "You need to wake up, okay?"

Quinn took out her phone with shaky hands as she cried and dialed a number, placing the phone against her ear "H-Hello, 911? Oh God, please we need help."

"Come on, boy! You have to fucking get up!" I cried while Quinn made the call. "You cannot fucking die, Bruce, please, please, please!" I implored. I was a crying mess. I was scared, I was praying he would somehow get up but he wasn't still moving.

I checked his heartbeat again, I wasn't getting anything. I resumed compression and didn't stop. I was sweating, I was trying to be hopeful. He had to wake up.

Quinn checked his pulse and began fidgeting. "Dylan," she called softly and I looked at her, tears falling from her eyes. "He's-" she swallowed. "He's dead."

"What? N-No, no, Bruce isn't-"

"Dylan, he's gone."

"No! He just needs a little more push." I said and continued.

Quinn walked over to me and tried to pull me away from him but I shrugged her off and continued.

"He's not dead. Bruce isn't."

Quinn finally pulled me away from him and into a hug. "He's gone, Dylan! He's fucking gone."

Then the waterworks increased, I held her tight and cried on her shoulder. "I could have....I could have helped him when I knew about his secret. I could h-have-"

"It's okay." She said while I sobbed like a child. "We couldn't do anything."

I shook my head. "I h-hate me. I hate me. I am so sorry, Bruce," I cried. "I am sor-"

I was interrupted by a scary loud gasp that startled Quinn and I. Bruce rolled to his side as he began to cough drastically, my heart racing so fast.

"Well, I stand corrected," Quinn said, breathing heavily. "Satan really doesn't kill his people."

***

"You should never have saved me." Bruce said, he was sitting on his bed while Quinn sat on a chair of his and I rested on the wall.

The ambulance had come few minutes ago but Bruce didn't want his parents to know, he didn't want to go and so I answered and lied that someone had played a prank call on them cause everything is fine.

I know it was shitty but he was scared of his father finding out about what had happened. He was really scared of him.

"Why did you try to kill yourself, idiot? You scared the shit out of us." Quinn said and Bruce scoffed.

I was mad he wasn't taking this as serious as we were. "This isn't funny, Bruce. It was scary."

"I didn't ask you both to save me, did I?"

I huffed. "You've hurt a lot of kids at school, Bruce, but you don't see them all dead. It doesn't mean they're not hurt by what you have done, it just means they are fighting and trying to stay strong and instead of you to do the same, you decided it was right to kill yourself? You think this life is a joke?"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!!" He snapped. "They all know about me being a result of....rape. Everyone at school knows and soon everyone in this godforsaken town will! Do you even know what that's like? I still struggle with this and the entire town knowing is way worse, did you read the comments on that thing? You don't understand what it is like to grow up knowing you're an abomination."  He said, his veins all out, his pain visible. Bruce was hurt, he was also angry at everyone, at the world.

I walked over to him and sat on his bed, facing him. "When you give in to the darkness, the demons in your head then you become empty, they make you....give up so they can control you and do their bidding. I can't relate to this but I understand the way you feel. The self loathe, the hate for everything, the fear, panic, the feeling of not belonging, the fear of how the world will change towards you, Bruce, I understand and no one deserves to have their secret exposed. Hell, no one deserves this life but it doesn't mean the world hates you." 

"I know you're hurt and you have every right to be but suicide isn't the answer, Bruce. You might feel like you don't belong, like no one would miss you when you're gone but that isn't true and I know you are not a completely horrible person." I said and he looked away from me, his face red as he tried to hold back his tears. "Your pain made you hurt everyone so you could replace your pain with something else and I understand that very well but choosing death in this situation? Bruce, no. I have thought about killing myself severally, Bruce. Because I smile at school doesn't mean I don't get depressed."

"Suicide is never the option, I know sometimes it feels like it is because you feel suffocated and like you're under water begging and screaming for air, for help but no one can hear you. It doesn't mean it is the end of the world, Bruce, because if the present is cruel to you, it doesn't men the future will be." I told him. "Trying to take your life is not cool, you're being cruel to everyone who cares about you."

"No one....cares about me" Bruce chuckled bitterly and quickly wiped off his tears. "No one. Not my parents, nobody." He said and I looked down.

"I do." Quinn said and we both looked at her. "I know I'm a bitch half the time and a complete asshole but, I do care about you even though I hate you. You were the only guy who slept in my bed and didn't have sex with me the first time and instead cuddled me when he found out I was sad and trying to use sex to forget." She said and smiled warmly at him. "I mean you are a cunt but still, I do care."

I smiled. "You know what I remember, Bruce?" I asked and looked at him while he looked back at me. "We weren't enemies in the beginning, you know? We were actually pretty cool around each other before you became a total jerk."

"Wait, really?" Quinn asked and I chuckled.

"Yeah, I had actually forgotten until I....saw him laying there. He was the one who gave me Jon's number when I first went to Zach's party, we had spoken a few times and I know that somewhere inside you, you know you are not a bad guy. That guy I talked to in the halls early last year, even if it had been just a simple hi, he had some goodness in him."

He chuckled. "Yeah, you were pretty cool actually, still are. I'm just....an asshole."

"You are." Quinn nodded and we both chuckled. 

"My parents got robbed before I was born and uh, they were three of them who had broken into our home. One of them took one look at my mother and decided it was right to rape her. The asshole raped my mother and then she had me. A nuisance." He faked a smile. "She hates me. God, she hates everything about me. She can't even look at me without being reminded of the awful thing that happened to her. And my dad?" He scoffed. "He's the worst. He makes sure to remind me every damn time that I am not his son and instead a bastard who's father is a rapist." He tried to smile but it turned upside down. "He would hit me when I would speak back and I'd have to lie at school that I got in a fight with some boy in a party."

"They tried to abort me but my mother was scared of dying so they just had me and sometimes I wish they had just gone through with the abortion, it would have been so much better than being in this....world." He said, tears at the prick of his eyes. "Everyday, I get tormented and it makes me so angry all the time, so angry that I just wanna.....hurt people and make them feel the way I feel but I also get scared."

"That is why you never have parties at your house and you are also scared of people knowing about you that you decide to also make them fear you to the point they'd want nothing to do with you." Quinn said and furrowed her brows at him.

Bruce nodded. "Yeah. And then I get a notification from that stupid site and guess what? It's all out there with a recording of my father yelling it to me that I am nothing but the son of a rapist and not his own son." He fake smiled.

I didn't know how Joshua had gotten that recording at all. How was really evil.

"You know what I think?" I said and smiled at him. "I think half the school will stand for you and understand."

Bruce snorted. "They wouldn't, they hate me."

"They do." Quinn nodded. "But, they'd understand."

"Look, I don't want you to mistake this for pity, Bruce. This isn't pity, this is a way of us showing we care about you even if if you're a dick head." I said and he chuckled.  "You're an amazing person, Bruce, so lay off the douche move. You have a bright future, you're good looking, i gotta admit and you'll find someone who would love you for you not the mask you keep putting on, you too." I said and looked at Quinn, she rolled her eyes at me. "You need to work towards your future, towards your happiness and this place is toxic for you so you need to get the hell out of here and live your life."

He smiled sincerely at me. "Thanks, Dylan. You really are a good person."

I nodded. "I know." I said cockily and he chuckled.

"How did you both know that I was....you know?" He asked and we both sighed at the same time.

"Call it a hunch." Quinn said and I nodded.

Bruce nodded. "Guys, I....I'm sorry that I have been a jerk to you guys. I just let my pain and anger consume me and I am sorry for the pain I caused other kids at school. I am a really horrible person."

I nodded. "We forgive you." I said and Quinn nodded in agreement.

"You were crying," he said and looked at me.

"I was scared." I swallowed. "I knew about your secret first and I was scared I couldn't help you when I could have and I am sorry."

He shook his head. "It's fine."

"But you've gotta promise us something." I said and he frowned.

"What?"

"This. This should never happen again. Never ever ever, you won't think about hurting yourself and it the thought comes then you call Quinn or you call me." I said and Quinn nodded.

"I'll try to help even though I suck." She said and Bruce chuckled.

"I promise." He smiled.

"And, you will also go to therapy and no, you cannot tell me no. You will go and you will get better." I said and he sighed.

"I can't....afford therapy."

"We'll handle it. I'll speak to my parents and-"

"Don't worry about it, Dylan. I'll handle therapy." Quinn offered. "I'll pay for your therapy and you'll keep going until we graduate, promise me."

"And don't you dare cross your fingers." I said and he frowned, chuckling as well.

"I promise." He said, raising his hands up.

I smiled. "Better."

"Thank you, guys. Really, I don't....deserve any of this." He said, although he smiled, his lips quivered and I pulled him into a hug.

"I hope this isn't hurting your masculinity." I said and he snickered.

"Shut up." He said and wrapped his arms around me. I ruffled his hair as we both pulled away and he wiped his tears away.

"You're not safe here, Bruce. We can call social services or-"

"No!" Bruce eagerly said, cutting Quinn off. "No." He shook his head. "If I do, he'll get arrested and my mom will just hate me the more and my younger siblings won't have their father around, the man still pays my bills. I can't go to a foster home, I just can't."

"Okay, okay." She said and looked at me.

"Don't worry about it, just call us if anything happens." I said and he nodded.

"I just don't understand how the blogger knew about me." Bruce said, his brain trying to wrap itself around this.

"Well," I sighed. "He is attacking everyone who didn't stand up for his brother. He's evil. Quinn and I went to his place and we saw.....a lot of private things in his house that shouldn't be there. "

"Students nudes. Sex tapes. It was....awful." Quinn said and hugged herself.

"He's on a rage burst and he's trying to make everyone pay and he knew you were suicidal and this would drive you to your death." I said and Bruce frowned.

"Who is this he?"

"Joshua. The same boy you said trash about." Quinn answered.

Bruce frowned. "Wait, Eric's brother?"

Quinn and I were astonished that he knew Joshua was Eric's brother.

"Wait, you knew they were related by blood?" Quinn asked, completely surprised.

Bruce nodded. "Yeah, Eric and I are like...best friends, I've gone over to his place and I knew about him but it was meant to be a secret so I kept it."

"Then why did you do what you did at the cafeteria if you knew he was your best friend's brother?" Quinn asked, confused.

"He asked me to." Bruce shrugged. "Right before lunch he asked me to do it that he had a brilliant plan and I told him I couldn't until...he offered me some money he knew I needed because things were bad at home and I took it, I didn't expect to get...suspended. I'm not a fan of Joshua but I didn't think he would so something like this to me."

"Well Bruce, he did. Joshua is out to get everyone who got his brother expelled or who didn't stand up for his brother and to him, it seemed like you were taking his brother's place and you didn't do anything to help him. You were only a puppet he was gonna get rid off after the deed was done. He used you like he used me, he wanted everyone on his side so when he gets exposed no one would believe any of us. This dude is a fucking psycho." I scoffed, irritated.

"He had this all figured out from the start." Quinn said, clearly shook. "He knew Bruce needed the money and would do what he wanted and he knew you would come to his aid and everything would be easy."

"And when he knew we had proof against him, he decided to cut Bruce off first." I added. "Brainiac, who?"

"I...that son of a bitch." Bruce clenched his fists. "But how did he know about....me? And the....the recording?"

"Well, my guess? Eric." Quinn answered.

"What? No. No, Eric wouldn't do that." Bruce shook his head.

"And I didn't think Dylan and I would ever partner up to save anybody's ass but here we are." Quinn flashed him a smile.

"Eric knew about this, didn't he? Like you knew his secret, it was only logical for him to know your deepest secret." I said.

"Yeah, he did but-"

"Eric and Joshua are close as hell, Bruce. If Joshua would go all Harley Quinn for Eric because he got expelled then, they definitely shared secrets. Eric knew his brother was behind the blog thing, Bruce. He told Joshua and now Joshua used that on you." I explained.

Bruce just stared at nothing as he processed what I had just told him. "The Phillips are good for nothing, aren't they?"

"I couldn't agree more." Quinn nodded.

"How do we stop Joshua before he hurts other people?" Bruce said, looking up at Quinn. "If he could break me then I have to worry about the others."

I remained silent as I thought about it.

"We need a plan, he's smart so a plan he won't figure out." Quinn said.

"How do we get him to confess on tape and have the whole school know about it and get him arrested?" Bruce asked.

"I think I have a plan." I said and they looked at me. "Joshua has an evil brain, it's only fair that we take him down the way he takes others down."

"What do you mean?" Quinn asked, confused.

I smirked. "We need the crazy parts of ourselves in this. We've all done horrible things that we wish we could forget, things we wish we never did." I said and the guilt washed their faces. "How about we do one more horrible, crazy thing?" I asked and Quinn smirked wickedly.

"I'm listening."

****

Third Person's POV

"Yes, mom, I got the milk, three actually." Joshua said with a sigh as he walked over to his car from the grocery store with the things he bought. It was past seven and the moon had taken over the sky already, Joshua let out a sigh as he heard his mother speak "I don't know why I have to do these things when Charles mother volunteered to do these for us."

"We are not going to just use them, Joshua."

He rolled his eyes once he got to his car. "Sure, mom, whatever. I'll see you at home." He said and hung up. He looked up from his phone and saw a smiling blonde right in front of him, her hands on his hips and her brows furrowed at him.

"Hello, Reaper. That's what they're calling you now, right?" Quinn asked and Joshua chuckled.

"There are a lot actually and I can't keep up, I think this is my favorite though." He replied and placed his groceries on top of his car and folded his arms. "What is it? What do you want?"

Quinn took a step forward. "Let's just say I'm here to make a deal."

Joshua cocked his head to the side. "What's the deal?"

"I'll give you something no one knows about someone and you get rid of every photo you have of me."

Joshua laughed. "What? I have no idea of what you are talking about, Quinn Lopez, or is it Raven Froslen?"

"Whichever you would want." She flashed him a smile. "And relax, I'm not recording."

"How can I trust you?" Joshua asked, furrowing his brow at her.

"You don't have a choice." She shrugged.

"Show me your phone." He requested and with a sigh, Quinn took it out and handed it to him, he took it from her and looked at it.

"See, not recording."

"I'm gonna need to search you, sorry, I can't trust a girl who came into my house with the boy I hate to raid my room and trick my mother into believing they are my friends." Joshua requested, anger in his voice.

Quinn snorted. "It was really sad because your mom really was happy you had friends. You're really a pathetic loner, aren't you?"

Joshua grinned. "I try. Now, I'm gonna search you."

"Are boys allowed to search girls?" Quinn asked as Joshua approached her.

"I was once a girl so it's fine."

"Do you think that is what being trans means? Having access to both because that's just sick and disturbing." Quinn grimaced disgustedly.

Joshua ignored her and searched every part so as not to miss a thing and even behind her ear to know if she had some Bluetooth or something, he knew not to underestimate any of these kids. There was no wire or anything so he took a step backwards.

"Your shoes."

Quinn's brows flew. "Seriously?"

"Mmhmm." He nodded and with a sigh, she took off her shoes and showed him.

"There. Nothing." She said and wore it back. "Now, will you take my deal? You need to promise not to get rid of my photos cause I know you have a backup."

"I do actually." He nodded. "It's safe where no one would ever find it." Quinn just stared at him. "Now, what do you have for me?"

"Do you promise?"

"I do, now spit it out."

"Well, it's about Dylan."

"Dylan? I thought you both were partners now?"

Quinn snorted. "Please, do you think I trust anybody? I don't do friends, reaper, and I could never trust Dylan."

Joshua looked at her, impressed. "You really are a snake, aren't you?"

"I don't think I want compliments from you." She flashed him a fake smile.

Joshua gave her a nod and chuckled. "So, what do you know?"

"It's about Dylan's brother getting murdered."

Joshua frowned, intrigued. "I'm listening."

"Apparently, his father killed his brother and got away with it."

"How do you know this?"

"Dylan got so emotional today and broken people talk." She shrugged. "I don't think he knew he was telling me at first."

Joshua chuckled, his brows furrowed, intrigued with this new detail about the boy he so hated and wanted to get rid of. "That explains the outburst in the library last year."

"The one before your evil brother had Jon push him down to kill him? Yeah." Quinn nodded and Joshua scowled at her.

"Do you have any goddamn proof to this? I don't take rumors."

"You do." Quinn nodded. "And I also have proof in my car, if you want it, you better come get it so we can get this over with, I don't wanna be seen around you." Quinn said and turned, walking away.

Joshua watched her for a while, waiting for her to flinch or give something out but she didn't. He put his groceries in his car and followed her from behind, Quinn smiled once she heard him follow.

"You better not be trying anything, Quinn." Joshua said and Quinn scoffed.

"It's not like I can murder you, can I? I don't think anyone can get anything out of you, so." Quinn said as she kept walking to a part there was no streetlight.

"True." Joshua nodded.

"You promise to get rid of all the photos, right?" Quinn asked as she stood in front of her car, turning to face him.

Joshua sighed as he came to a stop. "Yes, now hurry up because I've got other peoples lives to ruin, sex tapes to release tonight for the school to talk about tomorrow, so if we could do this real quick and I can be on my way."

Quinn smirked. "Actually, I've got another idea." She said and Joshua furrowed his brows.

"What are you-?" He was suddenly struck in the head from behind by something hard and fell to the ground with a grunt. Quinn looked at his unconscious body and at the boy with a baseball bat and a smile on his face in front of her.

"See," Dylan breathed heavily and sighed. "I told you it was gonna be easy to drag him here." He smirked deviously.

***

"Hey, wake up." Dylan said and slapped the unconscious boy tied to a chair with chains till he quickly woke up with a horrified gasp.

"Atta boy." Quinn smiled at him, a knife in one hand and an apple on the other.

Joshua was drenched, he looked around and noticed he was in some small cabin and standing in front of him was Quinn, Dylan and Bruce.

"Don't even think of screaming, we're in the woods and no one will hear your sorry ass." Quinn advised and Joshua chuckled.

"What is this? An intervention?"

"You can call it that." Dylan said and pulled a chair in front of him, sitting on it.

Joshua looked away from Dylan and at Bruce whose arms were folded and glared daggers at him. "Oh Bruce, you're alive, bummer." He said, disappointedly.

"I wish I could say the same to you tomorrow." Bruce replied with a smile.

"So, what is this? An abduction? You all know you're putting yourselves in trouble, right? I'll call the cops on you." Joshua said and Quinn laughed.

"Yeah, if you leave here alive." She replied him.

"Now," Dylan pulled out his phone and began recording. "You're gonna tell us everything you've ever done and you'll tell me now."

Joshua laughed hysterically. "You're really dumb if you think I'll tell you anything, you think this shit scares me?" He asked and relaxed on the chair with a smirk. "I'll pass on that suggestion of yours."

"I'm giving you the easy way out, Joshua." Dylan sighed. "Are you sure you wanna do this the hard way?" He questioned.

Joshua smiled at him. "Bring it on."

Dylan stood up and gave a small nod. "Bruce." He called, and as Bruce came forward, Dylan went backwards.

"What is he gonna do? Try to get me to t-" Joshua's sentence was cut short as Bruce punched him in the face so hard he almost fell off the chair.

"That is for using me." Bruce said and Joshua looked up at him.

"You have always been a toy anyways." He replied and Bruce punched him again, he almost fell off and Bruce held the chair, stopping him.

Joshua spat out blood and began laughing despite the pain. "That did hurt."

"You should probably start talking." Quinn said and Joshua looked up at her.

"You really are a snake."

"Thank you." She smiled.

"Look at you three, working together. Who would have ever thought the three opposites who hate each other so much would come together to get me to spill my secrets." He laughed. "I am so disappointed in you, Bruce and so would Eric once he finds out you're hitting me and siding with Dylan."

"Fuck you," Bruce smiled at him. "And fuck Eric. I am glad he got kicked out of school because your brother is a miserable piece of shit, like you actually."

Joshua scowled at him. "Oh, you are so gonna regret that." He huffed.

"My turn." Quinn walked up to him, she took a bite from her apple as she approached him. "Hello, sunshine. You remember those photos you took of me in my room? Naked photos like some disgusting pervert with daddy issues? Yeah, uh, I'm gonna leave my mark on you." Quinn said and Joshua chuckled.

"What do you mean?" He asked and Quinn brought the knife to his face. "I can tolerate a lot of things but when someone who once understood what it was like to be a girl decides to ruin other women over some silly shit, just for fun? Invading privacies and taking nude photos of them, that's when I get mad. You should know to respect women but you failed." She said and instantly dragged the knife against his cheek giving him a deep cut.

Joshua let out a small scream while Dylan watched with his arms folded. Quinn smiled at him as she watched him shout. "I love this look on you." She said and stood upright. "Now, in case you get out of here alive, the world will see my mark on you." She said with a giggle while Joshua glared at her.

"So, what is this?" He looked at me as Quinn walked back to where I was and stood by my side. "You're gonna torture me till I spill?" He scoffed. "That's pathetic. I guess it's your turn, give me all you've got."

"I won't lay a finger on you, Joshua, and no, we're not gonna beat you till you confess." Dylan chuckled. "No." He shook his head. "Bruce." He called and Bruce looked at him, he gave Bruce a small nod and the boy understood.

Bruce walked over to a table and picked up the jerrycan with fuel in it, he began pouring it around the small cabin and a bit away from the door while Joshua watched.

"W-What are you doing? W-What- is that...is that fuel?" He asked, freaking out.

"It's apple juice." Dylan replied calmly as Bruce surrounded the cabin with it. Dylan walked up to Bruce and took the almost empty jerrycan from him, he slowly made his way to Joshua with a beam and sighed.

"We gave you the easy way out, so I guess, we will do this. Are you gonna talk?"

"Fuck you!!" Joshua sneered.

Dylan nodded. "Okay, I'll take that as a no." He said and emptied the fuel on Joshua, starting from his head.

Joshua screamed in fear. "Are you insane!!!"

"I thought you knew the answer to that singe you've been watching me." Dylan replied and threw the jerrycan aside. "I am very insane, Joshua, we all are."

"You won't set this cabin on fire, you're just acting." Joshua laughed.

Dylan laughed along with him. "Let's see." He said and walked back to the others who stood close to the door, he took the matches from Quinn and took a couple of steps forward and but not into the circle of fuel Bruce had made.

"I can already see the headline for tomorrow's news." Quinn let out a relieved sigh.

"Me too." Bruce chuckled, his arms folded.

Dylan smirked. "Crazy, isn't it?" He said and lit the matches. "Are you gonna talk or should I?" He asked but Joshua just stared at the matches and then Dylan, his lips apart.

As much as he tried to show he wasn't scared, he was, deep down he wanted to believe this was just all a bluff to get him to talk but Dylan didn't look like he was acting, he looked extremely determined and that was what scared him.

"I can't hear a thing." Quinn said and Dylan smiled.

"Death, it is." He said and dropped the lit matches and the fuel and the circle instantly caught on fire.

Joshua fidgeted and began struggling to get himself lose, he wasn't gonna die. He let out small screams but the three didn't say a word or do anything to help him.

"Help me! What is wrong with you people?!!" He screamed.

"You're drenched in fuel, Joshua, soon you'll be on fire." Dylan stated. "Just speak your truth.

"Get me out of here and I'll tell you, I promise!" Joshua cried.

Quinn scoffed. "We make the orders here, reaper."

"Besides," Dylan said and Joshua looked straight at him. "You shouldn't be scared. According to Quinn, Satan never kills his people. I mean, I got shot but I'm standing here and Bruce tried to hang himself because of you. He actually died for like a few seconds but he's here so you shouldn't have anything to worry about, reaper. You'll just come back to life, right?"

Bruce nodded. "Right."

Joshua's eyes were filled with tears, fear as the fire began to increase. He was scared he was going to be on fire and he didn't want to die.  The others had blank expressions, like they meant to kill him which was what scared him the most, he looked for guilt or remorse or fear, anything in their eyes that he could use against them but nothing, they just watched and that was when he knew he was doomed.

"Fine! Fine! I'll tell you!! I'll tell you!" He cried.

"Speak." Dylan ordered. "What did you do?"

"I am the one who runs that goddamn app!" He cried. "Yes, me, Joshua Phillips." And then he vomited everything with tears in his eyes, about him exposing himself and why, about how he was out to get me, us, the tapes, the pictures, the stalking, how he tried to make sure Bruce killed himself.

Everything.

"IT WAS ME, OKAY?!! ME!  YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!!" He cried and I smiled in satisfaction. "Now, get me out of here."

Dylan looked at Bruce and nodded at him as the fire increased but they didn't move. Bruce took out the fire extinguisher beside him and used it, turning the entire fire off and even sprayed it on Joshua making Dylan and Quinn smile.

Joshua coughed, suddenly looking like a white walker. "This is much better." Bruce said as Dylan walked over to where his phone was, he picked it up and stopped the recording.

"You were right about one thing yesterday, Joshua." Dylan said. "When I'm determined, I get what I want. Thanks to you, I teamed up with these two I used to hate and I wouldn't have been able to stop you without them. No matter the amount of stalking you do, you could never know about the darkness that we all have, that we use as a weapon. Since you wanted to play bad, we decided to show you our level of crazy. We will kill you if we have to, Joshua, as long as you're a threat."

"Let's go, boys, our work here is done." Quinn said and they all began to leave.

"W-Wait, y-you c-can't leave me here." Joshua said and they all stopped.

Dylan sighed. "He's right. Bruce?"

Bruce nodded and walked back to Joshua, he unlocked the chain and Joshua let out a sigh of relief, he was about to say something when Bruce gave him a hard punch as if he had channeled all his power in his fist. Joshua fell to the ground, the punch rendering him unconscious.

"Now, we can leave." Dylan said with a smirk and they all left the almost burnt down cabin and to Quinn's car.

"We should totally do this again, it was fun." Quinn said and Dylan grinned.

"It was."

"I've never felt as good as I do now for beating someone up." Bruce said and they all laughed.

"We got it. How do we send this to everyone?" Quinn asked and Dylan smiled.

"We'll go head over to the cops first, I'll edit some parts out and tomorrow we'll have it in the school speakers, what do you think?." Dylan suggested.

"The cops first, the asshole might try to leave town tonight." Bruce said and Quinn nodded. 

"Also," she paused and looked at Dylan. "I didn't burn all the evidences."

Dylan frowned. "What do you mean?"

"The photos....I still have mine. We could...show it to the police too. Possession of child porn should get them more charges." She shrugged.

"Are you sure?"

Quinn nodded. "Yeah. They probably have more, backed up somewhere. We can't let them just go with a slap on the wrist." She gulped.

Dylan smiled warmly at her. "Okay. That's another evidence to back that up, as long as you're okay with it."

"The cops it is." She said and started the car, driving off and leaving the unconscious boy in the cabin.

***

It was past nine when Joshua walked into his house, his clothes white and so was his face, a cut on his cheek. He had rushed into his room to pack his things, he packed a few clothes into his duffel bag, his laptop and rushed to his wall, he took off one of the paintings and behind it was a safe. He clicked in the password and took out the files in it and a hard drive, once he closed it and returned the painting, he turned and saw his mother staring at him. He got startled at first and clutched his chest, she was dressed in a white skirt and a blouse.

"Where are you off to?"

"M-Mom, I...I need to leave now, I need to leave town, something bad has happened and I can't stay here. I'll explain later but I need to go get my passport and...and get out of here before some people show up."

"You mean the cops?" She asked and he looked up at her. "Because if it is them then you are late." She said and he stopped packing, at that moment two men dressed in suits and one in his uniform walked in.

"Joshua Phillips," one of them said. "You're under arrest for-"

"No!" Joshua cut him off. "You're not taking me anywhere and I didn't do anything so leave me the fuck alone." He yelled at them and ran to his mother, hugging her tight.

"Mom, please, don't let them take me away. I have no idea why they are here and....and-" Mrs. Phillips pulled him away from her and slapped him angrily. He looked at her in horror and she shook her head at him.

"You are not my son, Joshua. I curse the day I gave birth to you." She swallowed, pain and anger in her voice. "What did I ever do to get this from you and your brother?"

"M-Mom," Joshua's voice broke. "I didn't-"

"Take him away." Mrs. Phillips said and the police officer walked over to Joshua and cuffed him.

"I'd advice you to remain silent, whatever you say will be used against you in the court of law, Joshua Phillips." He said as Joshua stared at his mother in shock.

"I didn't do anything, whatever you heard they forced me to say it."

"Then why were you planning to run?" His mother asked. "Take his laptop and hard drive, if he had to hide them in a safe I didn't know he had then there's got to be secrets in them that you can use against him." She told them and one of the men in shit grabbed it.

"You would let them take me?" Joshua asked her.

"I am a mother, Joshua. That means I can feel every other mother's pain, the things you planned on doing, knowing that my son was behind it, it...it kills me." She said, her voice breaking. "I'd rather have you sent away than have these kids lives be ruined because of my own son. Please take him away." She told them and they dragged him away.

Mrs. Phillips sat on his bed, a hand on her stomach as she sobbed silently. She felt cursed, her two sons were nothing like her but had become villains instead. She was going to do everything to make things right even though it hurt, she couldn't let her kids keep hurting others. What hurt her the most was the fact that her kids turned out to be the villains, it was like they forgot everything she had taught them and it was all thanks to their father.

She was never happy anyways, maybe it was time to file for a divorce.

***

Dylan's P.O.V

"I think we can call this one of the greatest victories in Eastwood." Quinn said and I smiled.

"Yeah, it is."

We were at HOES, sitting on one of the booths  our orders sitting in front of us. Quinn had ordered some large hamburgers, fries, salads and smoothies.

"Our table looks like a party." Bruce said with a chuckle.

"I know." I snickered.

"Well, I couldn't eat yesterday thanks to Joshua and today, I'm treating you all. We're gonna eat like we're dying tomorrow." She said and I chuckled.

"Thank you guys for....an amazing day." Quinn said with a smile.

"Uh, thank you both for doing this with me." I said, smiling as well. "Oh and Bruce, you're coming back to school tomorrow."

"But principal Evans-"

"Leave him to me, you just bring your ass to school."

He nodded and grinned "Thank you, Dylan. And I...wanna thank you guys for....sticking by my side and...being my friends. I can....call you both that, right?"

"Of course, Bruce. Since you're my friend now, I'm just gonna start calling you Wayne Industries."

"No." He laughed. "Don't even."

I laughed. "Hey, you gotta deal with it."

Quinn chuckled. "Nah. Wayne is a good guy, I think. We're villains, love."

"True fact." I said and took a sip from my smoothie.

"Bruce can be Lex Luthor." Quinn said and Bruce gasped.

"I'm not bald." He said and I laughed.

"Give it a few more years."

"Fuck you." He said and threw a fry at her, she gasped loudly.

"You asshole."

And that night, it was one of the best nights ever. We had put our differences aside, we had become actual friends, I didn't see that coming. Looking past their evil dilemma, you could tell they were amazing people.

He was right, I couldn't wait to tell Henr- Trevor. I could wait to tell Trevor about it

***

I knocked on Trevor's door severally and seconds later he opened it, he was shirtless and was wearing black pants.

"Dylan?"

"Shirtless again, is this a normal thing?"

"No." He paused. "Yes." He said and I laughed. 

"I didn't know you were coming, and it's like nine thirty." He said, he definitely did look surprised. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I uh, I just needed to see you."

"What about the boy? Joshua?"

"He's arrested." I smiled. "We got him."

He chuckled. "That's pretty cool. Oh, uh, sorry, please come in, I got lost." He said and moved aside for me. I took in a deep breath and walked in, my heart beating erratically.

"So," he closed the door and I turned to him. "Tell me about-" once he turned, I shut him up by pressing my lips against his deeply.

He looked taken aback and I pulled away but didn't move, our chests were still pressed against each other's.

He looked at me with a playful arched brow. "Does this mean you trust me now?"

I chuckled. "It means I want you to kiss me."

He smiled. "I'm on it." He said and I cackled as he instantly pressed his lips against mine, it goes quiet and I fear my heart might beat out of my chest.

A hungry lust takes over me and my hands are in h his hair, he pulled me up and I wrap my legs around him, his arms cupping my butt. I parted my lips for his tongue, my dick throbbing in my pants.

I open my eyes and the face I saw was Henry's, I gasp and flinch in fear, blinking real quick.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Trevor asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I just-"

"Is this too much? I could stop and we can just watch a m-"

"No. It's not." I shook my head. "I want to forget, Trevor, so please, make me forget." I said and dive my hands into his pants, grabbing his semi hard dick.

He smirked. "Okay, princess. Whatever you say."

Author's Note.

Y'all shouldn't scream at me cause of Trevor and Dylan, they are cute and you assholes know it!!!

Anyways, thoughts on this chapter? I personally loved it. And I hope I had given a little light on how cyber bullying is awful and can drive people to self harm or even end their lives, so please, can we all stop it?

I had totally forgotten that Dylan and Bruce once had a decent conversation until I started reading again and I'm like tf? They didn't hate each other from the beginning. 😂😂😂