I turned away from Bellamy. He was acting ridiculous. My head felt like it was spinning because of the amount of things on my mind.

I released a long held breath when the front door closed. My shoulders slumped, and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. I tried to hold back the tears that brimmed my eyes but when I blinked, I felt the wetness on my cheeks.

Keith slowly rubbed my arm, murmuring an apology. I wanted to push him away and blame him for the fight but something in me stopped myself from doing that.

I felt guilty for telling him everything but I couldn't carry the weight of what happened. I couldn't keep anymore secrets. I had done it for too long and now, I was exhausted.

I slowly lifted my head up, looking Keith in the eyes. The green specks in his blue eyes were brighter than usual, or maybe they looked like that because of the morning light. My eyes wandered over to the bruise forming on his bottom lip and I immediately looked away shaking my head.

Keith squeezed my shoulders and attempted to laugh. "It's not as bad as it looks."

"You haven't even seen it." I pointed out, "I'm sorry for involving you in this mess." I hated the situation I was in now. I wanted to be mad at Keith for breaking his promise but it was my fault for telling him.

"You shouldn't be sorry. It's not something you can bare only." He gave me a sad smile and held my hand.

I noticed how it was shaking uncontrollably. I withdrew my hand from his grip and wrapped them around my torso in an attempt to calm my jitteriness. I wished everything went back to normal, whatever normal was for me anyways.

"What did you say that mad him so mad?" I asked. When he didn't meet my gaze, I regretted telling him anything.

"I..." He drawled.

I sighed. "Just say it. The damage has been done." I needed to start fixing all the problems I caused.

"Did you see how calm he was? How can someone be so calm after killing someone." I was glad that he used a softer tone this time. We didn't need an audience but I was disappointed that he dodged my question.

"He didn't kill Trace." I corrected.

Keith looked somewhat relieved but the stress line on his forehead didn't disappear. "Did he getaway then?"

I shook my head. "They locked him up."

"The cops?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know."

"Well, did you find out how Bellamy managed to do all of that?"

"No..."

"Did he say anything about the texts he sent you?"

"I guess it wasn't him, he didn't know about."

"Well did he tell you who else was involved?" I could tell he was getting annoyed because of the lack of answer I had for him. He scoffed when I didn't answer him. "Did he tell you anything?"

"No. I don't think he wants to talk about it."

"Please tell me you aren't going to pretend like the two of you didn't almost get killed or arrested or whatever the fuck could've happened." He said, "I don't know if you noticed or not, but he's changed."

Something was definitely off about Bellamy and I've been feeling it for months now. I wondered if the man in the suit had anything to do with this. I didn't know how they were linked but maybe I could find answers if I found that Mike guy. However, I didn't know where to begin my search.

"It's too soon to say anything," I sighed and turned towards the back door. "Come on, you gotta put some nice on that." I gestured towards his lip and entered the lounge.

I came face to face with Brianna who was standing near the door. She gave me a sheepish smile, "I was about to call you guys inside."

I nodded my head and walked further into the dead silent room. I felt several pairs of eyes on me, I consciously ran a hand through my hair, patting down any stray ends.

Keith and I shared a look and within a second, the room was filled with the sound of conversation again. I noticed the TV was muted and found it odd. They wouldn't eavesdrop on us, would they?

"I can't find anything to watch," Harry said defeatedly, grabbing my attention. He spent most of his time complaining about this. He twirled a loose curl on his head before picking up the remote control again. He flicked through several documentary channels and settled on a news channel.

"What do you expect, no one gets up this early." Luke chimed. The blond boy yawned loudly, burying himself into the couch.

"Shhhh!" Harry tried to hush Luke who poked Harry's head with his foot.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands. I swear to God, you're the reason why I'm getting all these pimples." He grimaced, touching a few spots on the side of his cheeks.

I didn't understand why he was so concerned about them. Luke was naturally good looking, his features were enough to make any girl fall to her feet. I didn't see how a few pimples got in the way of his beauty.

"Shut up, let me watch this hot weather girl." I raised a brow and looked at Eliza, who I thought would be ready to slap the back of his head but she didn't react the slightest bit. I found it strange because she hated when Harry would call this weather reporter hot and heard him even when he tried to compliment her quietly.

I wasn't the only one who noticed this. I mouthed to Brianna what happened and she replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

From the corner of my eye I saw Keith disappear into the kitchen, walking out a moment later with a bag of peas.

Eliza, who was standing near the charger with her phone in hand glanced up at Keith and cringed at the bruise. I heard her ask him what happened and I was glad Keith answered her with a shrug. We made a scene out there and the last thing I needed was more people on our case.

"Are you guys going to tell us what happened?" Chris asked, his eyes moving from me to Keith. I guess they were already onto us.

Keith shrugged again and sat on the floor beside Harry. I felt Brianna's hand on my shoulders and when I turned towards her, her eyes begged me to answer. I gave her a small smile but I doubt it looked like one.

"You guys-"

"Just drop it man, it's too early for this shit." Keith interrupted Chris. Not one to cause a scene, Chris firmly nodded his head and shifted his attention to the TV.

We fell into complete silence, something that never happened when all of us were together. I tapped Luke's shoulder, asking him to move over so I could sit on the couch but I stopped dead in my tracks when I listened to the TV.

"...locals claimed to have heard gunshots north of Orandale last night. The police are still gathering evidence and are urging for eye-witnesses to come out..."

They, they found. How-? I blinked when the channel changed and turned to Harry, who was trying to snatch the remote control from Keith's hand.

"Who even watches this shit?" He said, stopping at a cartoon channel.

I backed away from everyone. Everything I worried about was coming true. I felt slight perspiration on my face and I lifted my hand to wipe it away.

"Blake, are you...okay?" Brianna inquired.

I tried to answer her but my chest felt too tight. My breath hitched, and suddenly I grabbed everyone's attention. I nodded my head furiously, eager to get away from everyone but they rushed towards me.

I stuck my hand out to make them stop, "I, I'm alright." I turned towards the corridor and tripped on my feet, landing on my knees.

"Blake!" I heard several voices call out.

Brianna helped me up, urging me to sit down in the living room again. I shook my head, wiggling out of her grasp. I took off to my room, surprising myself with my speed.

I locked the door behind me and pace back forth in my room, tugging at my hair. Bellamy was confident that this was over. He said that everything was taken care off yet the police found out.

What was going to happen now? Was someone going to go to jail? What if they arrest both, Bellamy and I...was that our fate? I shook my head, kicking the frame of my bed. We were innocent.

Who was I kidding? The last time I tried to tell the police about Trace, they didn't do anything. He had too many people on his side, and most of them were powerful. I bit my lip, wondering what was going to happen to us now. Who knew what the cops would do. Even if Trace didn't have contacts here in Orandale, the cops could assume anything they wanted if they found evidence. I wished Bellamy were here. He would've figured something out. If I hadn't told Keith what happened then the wouldn't have taken off in the first place.

I hated the situation I was in. Bellamy was being so ignorant and as much as I wanted to act like everything was normal, I just couldn't. It's was too much to take in and I needed time to process it but now, I was in a much worse situation. I was scared for Bellamy. Anything could happen to him.

I could hear Brianna, Chris and Keith at the door but I refused to let them in. I wanted to isolate myself from this world. I needed to getting away from here before the-

The sound of the door bell made me freeze. What if the police was here? I didn't have enough time to check through the window. I found my phone on the dresser and hurriedly dialled Bellamy's number. I had to warn him.

I let a string of curse words when he didn't pick up my calls. I called him again, in hopes that he would pick up his time. I pressed the phone to my ear and looked out the window, getting a clear view of the driveway. I furrowed my brows when I didn't see any cars in the driveway.

I cancelled the call and dropped my phone on the bed, growling in frustration.

There was a loud bang on my door again, I saw it move from the hinges. "I'm going to break the door!" I heard Keith yell.

"Stop!" I called out, my voice sounding hoarse. "I'll open it."

"Okay, hurry up." He replied from the other side.

"Wait, who was at the door?" I asked, looking at my phone. If the cops came through the back door, and were outside my room, I needed to try reaching Bellamy again.

"It was the pizza delivery man." He said. "I'm the only one outside, can you please open the door?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and opened it slowly. Keith opened the door wider and embraced me in a tight hug.

I pushed him away. "Keith, something going to happen. What if they get Bellamy? He- I, it's all my fault!"

I broke down, crying into his arms.

"Hey, nothings gonna happen, okay?" He said, rubbing my back. "Bel wouldn't walk into something without a plan. We just have to talk to him."

I wanted to reply to him but I couldn't get anything out. I forced myself to stop crying, when my head began to hurt and my knees felt weak from standing. With the back of my hand, I wiped away my tears and took a step back.

Since last few months, I had been bothering Keith a little too much. He was interning at a local firm, and was swarmed with paperwork yet he made time for me. I thought Bellamy was the only one I needed in my life but I realized how important my friends were. I couldn't depend on him for everything, especially when he started being so distant. Luckily I had my friends to support me.

"I don't think you should talk to Bellamy until I get a hold of him first." I said when I finally felt like I was able to talk without breaking into a fit of cries.

"Are you sure, you don't have to face him alone?" Keith said, holding my hand in his.

"I'm not scared of him, Keith. I'm just worried because we're fucked."

"Hey, look at me." He said, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Nothing's gonna happen to you or Bellamy. Me and everyone in this house right now would literally be down to bust you guys out of Area 51 if it comes to that. Stop panicking Princess, it's gonna be alright."

I slapped his chest, as I giggled. "Area 51, we're not aliens!"

"Blake! Keith! are you guys gonna com down for pizza?" I heard Eliza call.

Keith looked at me for an answer, I was about to tell him I'll pass but my stomach growled loudly, betraying me.

"You bet we will!" Keith yelled, tugging on my hand as he ran towards the stairs.

While Keith managed to fix my mood, the air was still tense as went went downstairs for pizza. For the first time in forever, we were sitting in awkward silence. They didn't stick around for long either. Chris was the last one to go, he waited till mom was back and left shortly after.

It was a bit strange but then I remembered they were partying a couple of hours ago and they must have been tired.

I was currently sitting in the kitchen with Brianna. Mom knew something was up the moment she walked into the house but she kept quiet until Chris left. Now, we had to sit through an hour of scolding.

"Why is the fridge empty, we had enough food for a week?" She inquired.

I looked at Brianna. She casted me a side glance and cleared her throat. "Harry, kind of just, ate everything."

Mom sighed, mumbling something under her breath.

"And where's your car?" Mom asked, as she walked out of the pantry with packets of spaghetti.

I couldn't tell her it was at Bellamy's because she'd ask too many questions and the last thing I wanted was to be grounded from seeing him. When mom turned the faucet on, I came up with an excuse.

"It's at the workshop. Some things needed tweaking." I hoped she wouldn't ask anymore questions because I had no idea what to answer with.

However, she threw her head back and laughed, before turning towards me. "I wish I were this smart at your age!"

I sat there with wide eyes. Did she just call me smart even though I lied to her? I shared a look with Brianna who covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing, yet I could hear her giggle.

"I begged your grandparents to let me go on a roadtrip with my friends and after a month of nagging them, they were finally convinced." She said, smiling at the memory.

I rested my chin on my palm as I listened. "I was supposed to pick up my first friend from her family's farmhouse and from there we were going to take a van to see the others but halfway down the freeway when I was driving to her farmhouse, my car stopped working." She paused, shaking her head. "I barely pulled over when the radiator blew up."

Brianna and I gasped. "What happened to you?" I inquired.

"I managed to get out in time. I could smell something burning the drive up till there but I didn't pay it any mind."

"What happened after that?" Brianna asked.

"I met your dad." She said with a soft smile. Her eyes had a glint that I had never seen before and slowly it faded away with her smile. "I've been thinking about him a lot lately." She confessed.

I blinked when I felt my eyes being glazed with tears.

"It's not wrong of me to move on with Harrison, it is?" She said, sitting on the island stool adjacent to me. "I haven't been with any other men after the divorce. I don't know why I'm starting to feel guilty."

Brianna sighed and reached out for her hand. "I know you care for Harrison deeply, don't push him away because you think you shouldn't move on."

I nodded my head in agreement. "Dad will always hold a special place in our hearts and it will always remain his. He'd want us all to move on with our lives and be happy."

Mom wiped away a few stray tears and walking over to us, embracing us tightly. "He'd be so proud of girls."

I doubt he would be proud of me. Ever since he passed away I've been making one mistake after another and I dragged so many people along the way with me. It was a miracle I still had friends and family by my side. I was a fuck up, not a daughter who could make her parents proud.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, but we pulled away when our backs strained because of the uncomfortably comfortable position. I followed Brianna into the living as mom prepared lunch.

Brianna claimed the remote control and flicked through the channels, stopping when she saw Cady Heron on the screen. Mean Girls was her all time favorite movie and she had to watch it at least once a week.

I turned my attention to my phone where I kept refreshing the news channel's website for updates on the Trace situation. Bellamy said that everything's been taken care of yet it was on the news. I tried calling him again but like all the other times, it went to voicemail.

I sighed and closed my eyes, only to be awakened by a loud bang. I frantically look around before realizing that I heard it in my head. I had been up for over twenty-four hours and was only a matter of time till my body gave out. My feet were already hurting and I could feel a slow, dull ache gnaw om the muscles of my lower back.

As I tired to find a comfortable position on the couch, I heard a sniffle. I stopped moving around and peered intently at Brianna. Wasn't she watching Mean Girls? Did she feel like she was also personally victimized by Regina George? She did say this movie inspired her to be a popular kid at school.

"Are you crying?" I asked her, leaning towards her.

She shook her head, while wiping her cheeks. "I'm-"

I walked around to where she was sitting and gave her a hug, allowing her to cry as she buried her head in the crook of my neck. I didn't know how to comfort her because she never really cried like this so I did what soothed me when I cried. I gently rubbed my hand up and down her back.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I was thinking about dad... Mom never spoke about him, and I barely talked to him myself." She frowned. I could see the emptiness in her eyes.

Life was so weird, I thought. After our parents divorced, they took a child each and went their separate ways. I always thought mom abandoned me which was why I never wanted to see her or talk to her. Brianna on the other hand did everything she could to try to see Dad. I remember going to my aunts house to live whenever Brianna came to meet dad. It had been years since she last visited him and when I saw her at the funeral, when I was the way she cried, my heart ached for her. She never got to experience what it was like to have a father.

As she sobbed into my arms I made a mental list of all the things I could tell her about dad. From his favorite food to all his weird habits like using his phone with his mouth open. I'd tell her how annoying it was to print out documents for him and file them up even though online storage existed. I'd tell her about all the times we went fishing only to come back empty handed. I'd tell her that he'd love to see her cheerleader, and how proud he would be that she enjoyed it unlike me who was forced to participate in such things. I was ready to tell her everything, because in the end, we had to move on. I had to move on.

*******

I woke up feeling extremely hot. I didn't need to touch my shirt to know it was wet. There was a thick layer of on my forehead and I cringed as I wiped it on Brianna's bed spread. We were talking for hours and I don't quite remember when we fell asleep, all I know is that I kept waking up because of nightmares. Brianna's arm was tightly wrapped around my stomach. I tried to push it away without waking her up, keyword tried.

"Blake?" She yawned. "Did you have another nightmare?"

I shook my head and rubbed my eyes, "No."

"Why are you having nightmares, you were shaking all night. I almost woke mom up."

"I-" I didn't know what to say. I closed my mouth and sighed in defeat. Was I going to lie to everyone my entire life? "I don't know."

"If you need to see a therapist, you know mom's okay with it." She told me.

"I don't need a therapist!" I groaned, forcing myself out of bed. I looked at the bed and then Brianna. Begging her with my eyes to fix it herself. She shook her in disappointed and started tugging the sheets.

"Then talk to me about it," She begged. "I hate that you keep things from me. I'm your sister Blake, I deserve to you know."

But you don't deserve to get in trouble because of me. You don't deserve the things I bring upon the people I love. I can't tell you anything because I need you here with me. I can't risk losing you.

I strode to one of the shelves in her room. Brianna had knack for decorating. Her ability to work with colors and abstract objects always amazed me. She decorated her room in soft pastel colors, focusing pinks more than any other color. I made a mental note to ask her for tips on decorating so I could have a cozy space when I moved to New York.

New York seemed so far away. I've been dreaming about it for so long, I put my blood, sweat and tears into achieving but now, all I felt was drained. Drained by all the other things going on that I couldn't be excited about anything anymore. It was as if my future was fading away. I stepped away from the shelf, I had bigger things to worry about. I shouldn't distract myself with little things.

"Are the nightmares related to what happened yesterday? I heard your conversation with Keith." I snapped my head towards Brianna. I hoped she was lying.

"What did you hear?" I inquired, folding my arms against my chest.

"Blake!" Mom shouted just when Brianna was going to answer.

I groaned, slumping towards the the stairs in the corridor. Mom was standing at the bottom, smiling as Bellamy stood behind her. His face was the exact opposite of hers.

"I'll be down in a minute!" I screamed, rushing towards my room. I pulled out a pair of black jeans from my closet and a dark blue shirt and had a mesh panel below the neck and hopped into the shower after placing my clothes on the bathroom counter.

I had a feeling that if Brianna heard my conversation with Keith yesterday then so did everyone else who was in the living room. As much as I hoped that they didn't understand what we were talking about I knew they did pick up on our conversation. It was the only way to justify why everyone had suddenly gone quiet. I had to talk to Keith about this and settle things before anyone reached out to Bellamy.

Once I was out of the bathroom, I brushed my hair and parted it from the side. I tied the shoelaces of my converse and walked out of my room. When I reached the stairs I noticed Bellamy was standing by the door.

"I should get going," He said, taking out a pair of keys from his pocket. I recognized they were mine. "I was being a dick yesterday, I'll come around later when she wants to see me."

I hurried down the stairs, taking two at a time. "I'm here." I stated my presence, taking my car keys from his hand.

"Told you she wanted to see you." Brianna said in a duh tone as she disappeared into the house.

"I'm sorry." He said. I tilted my head to the side in confusion. "I didn't mean to ignore your calls, I just... I wasn't in the right state of mind."

When I wrapped my arms around him, the staleness of tobacco enveloped me and I felt she tensed muscles.

"We really need to talk about this Bel, you and I both can't function like this." I explained, hoping that he would understand this time.

I sighed when he knitted his eyebrows and shook his head. "I'm tired of this Blake. I can't go on like this. I need a break."

He tugged at his hair and he swayed back and forth before slumping against the wall. "Have you slept?"

He laughed, and shook his head. "Just enough to keep me going."

"What are doing Bellamy?" I frowned. "This isn't like you."

"And this," He pointed at me. "Isn't like you!" I took a step back, bringing a hand to my chest as I watched his sudden outburst. "I did this so you could be happy, so we could be happy." He repeated.

"You've been so caught up with trying to take Trace down that you lost yourself in the way! Heck, did you even take a second to look at what's been going on around you?" I yelled, fighting back tears. "You can't act like the last few months didn't happen."

The silence stretched on for a remarkably long time. I sat on the stairs, my elbows probing into my knees as I rested my chin in my hand. Bellamy slumped to the floor directly in front of me. His long legs stretched out in front of him.

"Do you still love me?" I lifted my head when I heard his soft voice. His eyes were wide and slightly glossy. His lower lip slightly swollen because of the amount of times he chewed on it when he was deep in thought.

"Of course I love you, what sort of a question is that?" I tried not to look like I was offended.

"The type you ask when the person you love keeps on fighting with you." He answered.

"Bellamy, I just want an explanation for everything that's been going on. Did you know the police are investigating the shed. It was on the news."

Bellamy waved a hand dismissively, "The shed's been cleared, they won't find anything."

I groaned and gestured towards him. "See, you keep doing this!"

Bellamy stood up abruptly. "I should go, you're clearly testing my patience."

I bit down on my jaw tightly. I hated this back and forth thing and I didn't know how long I could put it off. I followed him out the door.

I squinted as I stepped out into the blazing sun, its yellow glare almost blinding me. The air carried the scent of burnt eucalyptus leaves. The crickets chirping, hidden from sight, were loud and clear: the quintessential sound of Summer. I had barely been outside for a few minutes, but already I could feel my skin beginning to burn under the sun's intense gaze. There was no way Bellamy was walking home in this weather.

"I'll drive you." I said.

He turned around, the sudden movement catching me off guard as I bumped right into his chest. I groaned and rubbed my forehead as I took a step back.

Bellamy looked unamused me. "I can go on my own." He sighed, wiping away the beads of sweat that trickled down his face with a tissue he had in the pocket of his jeans. With the way the sun bounced off his tan skin, I couldn't help but admire him. His shirt clinged to his body, revealing his toned muscles. I hated how he wore ripped jeans when I couldn't jump his bones. They were one of my favorite things on him. I closed my eyes immediately. This wasn't the time to ogle at him.

He was leaving again without giving an explanation for everything that's been going on. He's avoiding confrontation, I reminded myself.

"Yeah, right." I said, unlocking my car. "You drove my car here, the least I can do is drive you home."

He didn't put up a fight this time. I guess it was because he knew he wouldn't survive another second under the hot summer sun.

I sat in the driver's seat, and started the engine. Bellamy reached for the radio, turning it on. I slapped his hand away.

We weren't going to listen to music. We were going to talk about everything he's been hiding.

*******

"My house is that way" He said, pointing to left. I turned right.

"We're not going there. You're not getting out of this car without telling me everything." I demanded.

"You don't have a lot of fuel." He pointed out. I knew that.

"Fuck fuel," I said, stomping my foot on the small accelerator, making the tyres squeal as I sped down the road.

From the corner of my eye, I was Bellamy chuckle, he quickly covered his mouth when he caught me watching.

"Remember when you chased after me in a car?" I didn't need to be reminded of that awfully embarrassing and equally cringy moment.

"Remember when you ran away after I kissed you." I fired back.

"Remember when I made up for it by giving you a bunch of flowers and the most passionate kiss in the world?" He had the nerve to lick his lips and bite his lower lip, only to break out in a toothy grin a second later.

"Remember when you took me roller blading and repeatedly fell on your ass?"

"Remember when you couldn't walk so I got to carry you around?"

"Remember when you avoided me for months."

Bellamy poked my cheek and pouted. "You're no fun, Jane."

"Wait, were you distracting me?" I mumbled. "You were supposed to tell me what you're hiding, Bellamy."

"I'm not hiding anything."

"Well you're not telling me anything either."

"I don't want to burden you it."

"Well you saying that adds to my list of burdens."

"Let it go, Jane. Let it go, let it go-" He started singing.

I immediately pulled to the side. Luckily there went any cars on the street otherwise I'd have one more problem to deal with.

"What is wrong with you?" I exclaimed. "Why are you acting this way?"

"I'm trying to lighten up your mood."

"Bellamy!" I screamed in frustration. "You can't, you can't just act like you didn't punch your friend in the face hours after you stopped a gang leader!"

I gasped in horror as everything clicked in my mind.

For months Bellamy had been avoiding me saying that he had family stuff, he wasn't lying. He started carrying his gun in his car, and always looked alert. The promprosal, all the bikers that circled around me with lettered cards. They looked like they were pretty close with Bellamy and all of them wore the same kind of jacket like they were in some gang. The same kind of jacket that was lying in my closet. But the biggest hint of all was the man with the sharp brown eyes. The one who had his man take me from Bellamy's house. I clearly remember when Bellamy told me his dad was involved with gangs and what not. It all made sense now, Bellamy was working with his dad.

"You're in a gang?" I asked, looking into his brown eyes.

He was clearly caught of guard for a second before recollecting himself. He raised his brow at me, but nothing he could say or do was going to change my mind now. He had the same eyes as his father- the resemblance was uncanny, almost sending a shiver down my spine.

"Do I look like a gangster to you?" His eyes were empty, and his pin-straight dark hair sat just as still as his expression.

"Bellamy, you look like an idiot!" I exasperated. "Don't you dare say you did this for me!"

My buried my face in my hands, breaking down into tears immediately.

"Hey," He said softly. I heard him remove his seatbelt and then wrapped his arms around me. "I had to do this, it was the only way out."

I shook my head. It wasn't the only way out. We could've figured something out. Trace didn't even try to approach any of us after the December incident, unless...

"You have to tell me what happened, how you did this, everything." I said, lifting my head face him.

He sighed, and shook his head. He gently grabbed my face in his hands and wiped away my tears with his thumbs. I closed my eyes and focused on his soft touch. "You don't need to worry about anything anymore. It's over now, that's all that matters."

"You didn't have-" He hushed me by pressing his lips against mine.

I slowly gave in to the kiss. I deeply missed this feeling; the slight tingling I felt wherever he touched me, the way he held me with such softness that I felt like I was the most fragile thing in the world and he was afraid that he'd break me.

I ran my hand through his hair. Fingers twirling around the longer strands, tugging on them to bring him closer to me. My other hand trailed up to his face, tracing the line of stubble on his cheek.

Our sweet moment was cut short when my phone. I pulled away first, licking my lips as I stared into Bellamy big brown eyes. He looked down for just a moment before looking at me again, a small smile played on his lips.

"You gonna take that?" He said, gesturing towards my phone.

I took it from his and nodded as I looked down at my lap. I brought a hand up to my burning cheek, I didn't think things would get so heated, not in this kind of way at least. Bellamy pulled my hand away from my face and held it in his own as I answered the phone with the my other.

"Blake!" Brianna said in a shaky voice. I furrowed my brows, as I pressed my phone closer to my ear to hear her properly. "It's the cops Blake, they're here for you!"

"What?" I shrieked. "Why-"

"Mom's talking to them right now, I was at the stairs when I heard them." Her voice dropped to a whisper before she paused. "I think they're coming upstairs."

"Brianna, what's going on? Tell me!"

She rushed out the words before hanging up. I dropped the phone to the ground, had I heard her right? I looked at Bellamy who was waiting for me to speak and then I looked around the street. The police could come any time in search of me.

Bellamy grabbed my shoulders, and shook me. "Jane?" I realized he'd been calling my name for a while. "What's going on, what did she say?"

"

I'm being arrested for the murder of Mandy Harrow and Leon Wright."