After I returned Max home, out came Tank before I could drive off. He was smiling as he laughed " hey sweet heart! Gimme a ride back would you?" He asked. I immediately could tell Tank was high by the way he was acting. I shrugged and unlocked my car as Tank entered the back seat and laid down. "I guess I'm a chauffeur now" I joked chuckling as Tank snickered "oh too bad Bradley" he snickered as I shook my head and we drove back to the Gamma house. " what we're you doing in their dorms?" I asked Tank as he yawned " Bobby called me saying he needed help because he fucked up his hair big time and I came over to help him fix it. Then we sat down and got stoned together. You know Bobby is a really chill dude. I like that guy" he chuckled as I shrugged " those guys are something else really" I replied as Tank snickered " yeah? And what were you doin with Max?" He asked "Max and I bumped into each other at the Bean scene and then we went out for burgers which was nice." I smiled.

Tank hummed "soooo you gonna get back with him?" He asked me as I shrugged "yeah maybe, hopefully eventually when everything starts to die down" I replied honestly as Tank groaned " god this is so annoying" he complained as I cocked a brow confused " what is?" I asked. " the fact that you two still can't be together. I mean if Claire is missing than the wedding has to be called off right?" He asked me as I nodded "right but suspicions need to die down and they need confirmation of her death too before the wedding is called off" I explained as Tank chuckled " alright man I see you. You into that thriller life huh?" He joked as I rolled my eyes chuckling "shut up Tank"  as Tank busted up laughing.

When we arrived back to the dorm Tank headed inside with me right behind him. I had taken the whole day to myself out of the dorm so the cleaners my father had hired had cleaned and renovated my room. Especially after I had completely destroyed it trying to search for those cameras. I walked back into my room to see it was back in perfect condition. I smiled happily as I sighed and slumped into my bed sinking into the cushioning of the mattress. I shifted my gaze to my alarm clock and noticed the time. I should probably finish up on the rest of my school work. I sat up and searched for my back pack wondering where it could be. I found it under my desk as I opened it at searched for my homework. When I pulled it out and placed it on my desk I realized.... Wait.... Where is my gun?

I searched the bag but to no avail I couldn't find it. I frantically searched and searched but nothing. I dumped my whole entire back pack on the ground and saw it wasn't there. "What the fuck" I whispered to myself in a panic as I searched the whole room but nothing.

I covered my face and fell to my knees on the floor not knowing what the fuck to do as I panted horrified of what the hell was to come. Who stole my gun? What are they going to do with it?

I panicked but then I realized that these were my fathers cleaners. Maybe he knew something about all this. I searched for my phone quickly until I found it and picked it up. I quickly dialed in my fathers number and pressed the call button. I held it up to my ear as I heard it ring. I was gnawing on the nail of my thumb waiting for him to pick up. Once he did I spoke " hello? Father? Are you there?" I asked. "Yes, what do you need?" He asked "um... did the cleaners take an item of mine? I was wondering if you knew of its whereabouts?" I asked as he hummed " no, I don't know what item you are referring to" he said. My father was telling the truth and I knew it immediately "okay then never mind I have to go" I said as I hung up quickly. Where the fuck could it be?!

I felt suffocated in this room. I felt like I could barely breathe. I needed air. So I got up and went down stairs and sat in the front porch. The cold breeze hitting my face as I tried to calm my nerves. I took deep breaths praying to any god out there to help me. I never believed in god. If god was real then god wouldn't have given me this life I've never wanted in the first place... yet I prayed. I prayed and prayed and prayed. Clasping my hands together and resting my forehead in the surface of my wrists wanting all of this to go away as if it were some bad dream. I asked god for forgiveness, to be free. I never believed in god but when life gets so bad to the point all you can do is pray, not only that but you don't even know who you are praying to, you just pray... that's how you know you're in this black hole of your life that you feel you can never escape.

I covered my face in the end as I took deep breaths. I gasped for air wanting to be released..... how did life get so bad? It was always bad but never to this point. All I wanted was to be loved, loved by my father.... That's all I wanted, I wanted his mercy. I wanted it more than I wanted to be alive and yet here I am in front of the gamma house on the verge of a panic attack because of my desire to be free from all this bull shit has caused me to do the unthinkable. What kind of a fucked up person does that?

I felt the guilt set it and because of that I continued to pray yet again...... I felt as if I were drowning in this pit of nothing but utter regret. Maybe I should've just toughed out this whole marriage thing.....

I stared at the ground silently until I noticed peculiar lights... my eyes widened as I looked up. I heard a car pull up besides the gamma house.... The siren, the red and blue lights. The similar cop that has been to my house once before.....

I stood up as the cop exited the car along with another officer. Apparently they were startled by my standing so they quickly pulled out their guns and faced them towards me. "FREEZE! PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!" They shouted. I didn't move from my spot but I silently put my hands behind my head following their orders. I didn't want to get shot after all. '

They put their gun away and ran over to me roughly grabbing my hands and handcuffing my wrists " Bradley Uppercrust the III you are under arrest for suspicion of murder and kidnapping. We will be taking you into custody. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning." He said. It's weird being read the Miranda rights when it's specifically targets you. It's something you don't think about because you see it in movies or when someone else gets arrested but when it's you. It's like your whole world shifts....

They brought me into the cop car and sat me inside before slamming the door in my face shut. I flinched as I looked out the window to take one last look back into the Gamma house......

Then the car started driving off....

Someone in a previous chapter asked me to draw what Bradley's mother looked like so I decided to sketch out a family portrait. Here you guys go!!))