April 29th 2001 (day of Leah’s death)
Ryan’s POV
One last scream came from my nieces body and then she went extremely limp. We all kept kicking, because we didn’t realize it back then. But she didn’t react anymore.
Then we stopped and I realized it. My mind went completely empty. She was dead. For the first time in years I didn’t know what to do. I looked over to Justin and Peter and they looked extremely afraid.
Suddenly I realized they looked up to me. They did whatever I said they had to do. That means that right now, they look to me when it comes to what to do.
I decided to do the only thing that came to my mind right now, something that I never did. Run away from the problem. I ran out of the shed, away from the place. I was suddenly aware that I didn’t have the situation under control anymore. And I always had.
I heard footsteps behind me. I looked around to see Justin and Peter run after me. I don’t know why I was relieved it was them. The only one who would go after us was Luna and she was way too weak to do that. We have made sure she was.
“Fast!” I yelled behind me. “We need to take the bus out of the city before people start searching for us!”
Peter and Justin yelled, but there was something visible in them that didn’t seem so sure anymore. The horrible thought of them not trusting me anymore went through my mind. They never wanted to go this far and I know it. Well maybe they wanted to, but now they did it they realized it had gone too far.
I wasn’t like them. I had learned to shut out my compassion for other people years ago. Leah was dead. That’s all really sad, but our priority is to make sure we get away with killing her.
The bus stop came in to view and I let out a breath when I saw that one bus was ready to leave. I gestured for the guys to follow me and we got on the bus. It didn’t matter where we went to, at long as it was away from here.
We were quiet the entire bus ride. I think all of us needed to process things. I wasn’t really a person to process things the way normal people did, but I knew one thing: we were all afraid. Even me.
I hated fear. More than anyone. Probably because it reminded me of my time in the hospital. I still have nightmares about that time.
We got out at the last bus stop. The one in the northern edge of the city. I just hoped by now that we wouldn’t run into anyone we knew. Soon, we were going to be searched for this and if people had recognized us, then the police would know we were going north.
We were standing in an almost empty parking lot at the edge of the city. There was a gas station to across the road and coffee shop behind us. In the distance we could see the freeway.
Peter and Justin were walking up and down the parking lot in panic. They were definitely worse in handling this than I was. Probably because they felt guilt.
Peter dragged his hands through his hair as he was walking. “FUCKING SHIT!” he suddenly screamed out. “I-I can’t believe we have done this.” He stood still and shook his head.
“Stay calm, Peter.” I said and I annoyingly rolled my eyes. “We don’t want anyone to notice us right now. If the police knows we headed north, then they certainly going to ask about us at that coffee shop.” I gestured with my head behind me. “they’re certainly going to be pointing out that there were three guys walking and screaming in a parking lot. We have to try to not draw a lot of attention to ourselves.”
In my head I was going through all the options we had. I knew a lot about murder investigations and chasing criminals, because of my dad and that information came to use now. All the tiny bits of memories that came to use were racing through my brain now.
“How do we even know your father is going to search for us? I mean, he covered up a lot for us in the past.” Peter said. His hair was standing up now from dragging his hands through it.
I sighed. Sometimes I felt like other people were so dumb. “Those were just beatings. In those cases we even left out a lot of details when we told my dad. This, Peter, is murder. My dad may love me, but he is not going to put up with murder and every single piece of evidence is pointing our way. The finger prints on the weapons in the shed, our own blood at the crime scene, god damn it we even have a witness!” I said angry but calm. Ugh that witness. We might’ve gotten away with it if that stupid British chick hadn’t been there. Kidnapping her seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I wish we hadn’t done it.
“Maybe she isn’t dead…”Justin mumbled. I looked towards him and saw that he was trembling all over.
“You’re really stupid sometimes, Justin.” I said chuckling. “The girl’s eyes were glassy and empty. People who are unconscious have their eyes closed.”
Justin looked down at his feet and nodded. I still don’t quite recall why he is in our group. He had worked his way to the top of the social ladder and that’s why he is our friend now. But he was extremely quiet and a little stupid sometimes. The only reason why he is popular is because he is good looking and lots of chicks dig him.
“We need to go back, dude!” Peter said. “We’ve killed someone! We’ve done some fucked up shit in the past, but this goes too far!”
I walked towards him until I was standing right in front of him. I was a little bit taller than him, so I was quite intimidating. Even for a though guy like Peter. “You want us to turn ourselves in, huh? Because it’s ‘the right thing’. Hell, Peter, I thought you were smarter than this. This is about survival. If we use our emotions and compassion right now, then things are going to get really bad for us. You and me are both eighteen. If we get caught, we can easily spend the rest of our lives behind bars. If we’re really unlucky we can even get death penalty. Do you want to die, Peter?” I said and he tried to look away from me.
He angrily shook his head. “But Justin is still seventeen. We can at least give him the choice to go back.” Peter said.
I took a step back from Peter and looked towards Justin. His eyes were practically begging me to let him get back. I didn’t feel sorry for him, though. He had been just as bad as we were. Every kick he gave, contributed to Leah’s death.
I looked back to Peter. “No he can’t. They’re going to know that there were multiple murderers and if Luna talks than they even going to know it was us. I know from my dad that they are going to pressure Justin until he talks and believe me he will. If he runs, then we hang.” I said and Peter nodded.
I took another step back, so I could look at both of them. “Look, you guys have always trusted me with the decisions. Please keep doing that. I know how we can get away with this! We don’t have to spend our entire life in jail if you guys do what I say.”
They looked at each other with questioning looks on their faces. I knew they didn’t trust me anymore like they used to, after all that had happened today, but they also knew they needed me to get out of this. They looked over to me and both nodded.
“Okay, this is how we are going to do this. You two get inside the coffee shop. Justin distracts the owner. There are no customers, so we’re lucky with that. Peter, you need to get inside the back of the coffee shop somehow and crash their computers. That’s to make sure they won’t have camera footage as evidence. If you can get away without being seen, please do. Trust me, when you guys are back, we can get the fuck out of this place.” I said.
I saw Peter shoot me a confused look and he opened his mouth to say something. I interrupted him. “Just trust me. You are good with computers, so I’m sure you can do it.” I looked towards Justin. “And you’re good at distractions. From here I can see that the owner is a woman without a ring. So get your flirt on.”
Justin grinned and Peter nodded enthusiastically. Good boys, I raised them well. I just gave them a goal and they forgot all about their morals.
“Okay go!” I said and Peter started walking. Justin remained on his place though. “Don’t we need like a code word? For if things go wrong and we need to run?” he asked. Which was actually not even a bad idea. Although not much could go wrong.
I sighed. “Our code word is pizza.” I said and I saw Justin stare at me with wide eyes. “What?” I shot at him.
He licked his lips. “I could really go for a pizza right now.” He said and Peter laughed. I had no time for their shitty jokes right now. I angrily gestured them to get going and they eventually went.
I didn’t stay to see if they did their part of the plan right. I trusted these boys, mostly because I was their only hope of being free. They would do anything I said. I always liked the control I had over them.
I walked over to the nearest car and looked through the window of the driver’s seat. Nope not this one. I walked to another car and did the same. Nope.
I did this until I finally found a car with the car keys still in it. “People are so stupid sometimes.” I mumbled to myself. This was also something I had learned from my father. He had told me when I got my first car that I shouldn’t leave the key in it, because lots of cars get stolen that way.
I looked up and saw through the window of the coffee shop that Peter was sneaking out of there with a little tape in his hands. With a grin on his face he walked towards me and held up the tape. “I don’t know what you’re planning on doing, but it won’t be recorded.” He said and he proudly handed me the tape. I grinned when I took it and gave him a slap on the shoulder.
I looked past him and saw that Justin was still flirting with the owner. She was standing very close to him and was giggling like a little school girl. You can say a lot about Justin, but the dude had game.
Then I started part two of my plan. “PIZZA!” I shouted as I threw my fist with as much force as possible through the window of the car. The window splattered into a million pieces, falling on the parking lot and on the driver’s seat. The alarm of the car went off and was heard over the entire parking lot. Justin and the owner looked up. Before the owner could realize what was going on, Justin sprinted out of the coffee shop towards the car.
I got into the car, sitting on the little pieces of glass and ignoring the stinging pain in my knuckles. I turned the key around, when I heard Peter walk around the car and get onto the passenger’s seat. In the mirror I could see Justin running towards the car. I started driving backwards already as Justin took the door and jumped inside the vehicle.
When the owner of the coffee shop was running out, we had already drove away off to the high way.
As soon as the parking lot was out of view, Peter and Justin started cheering. I totally understood why, it was the adrenaline of doing something dangerous and getting away with that. I grinned at them laughing and cheering. I loved that I had showed them how awesome being bad could be.
“That was amazing!” Peter shouted and he leaned back in his seat. “I’m sorry I ever doubted you!” he slapped me on the back.
“Same goes for me, man.” Justin said as he grabbed my shoulders from the back seat and moves them back and forth a few times.
I grinned. “I know you guys feel like badasses right now, but you have to put on your seatbelt. Otherwise this all will be for nothing, because you guys fly through the front window.”
They were still cheering as they put their seatbelts on. Peter put mine on, so I could keep my attention on the road. I looked forward to the long high way, palm trees stood alongside the road and the sun was hot and bright.
In my head I went through the places we had as options to go to. We couldn’t go to family, they would be questioned by the police. Besides that, the only family I had were Leah’s father and his other daughter and my grandparents. Leah’s dad wouldn’t only not appreciate it if we went there, he also lived in San Diego. My grandparents lived in Texas, but they wouldn’t take criminals in. My grandfather was a veteran and he was all about pride and doing the right thing.
Then my mind suddenly went to a case my father had talked about with me. Normally police officers weren’t supposed to talk about cases with their family, but I was always to curious and just fed him drunk to unshackle the truth from him.
He had said a few weeks ago that he was searching for a guy that made extremely good fake ID’s. If we could get to that guy and somehow got him to make us ID’s, we could maybe build up a whole new life somewhere else. Or at least it would get easier to run. Getting out of the country was impossible though. My father would contact Interpol and they would make it impossible for us to flee the country, even with fake ID’s.
I think he said that the guy’s name was Robert Pierson and that he fled to Las Vegas. Getting into Las Vegas when the police was searching for you was hard, but if we got in, I perfectly knew where to search for that guy. If you really wanted to find the Las Vegas under world, then you could do that very easily. Now we only needed a way to get into the city.
“Okay boys.” I said while the bright morning sun was shining in my eyes. “Are you ready for the next part of our plan?” and they both got a little closer to me with curiosity on their faces. “We’re going to Vegas, baby.” I said and I wiggled my eyebrows up and down.
They both started cheering again and Peter even leaned out the window to scream.
“There’s one problem, though.” I said and they were both quiet again. “One not just walks into Las Vegas. It’s one of the cities with the most criminals. Strippers and poker just attract that kind of people. So there will be border control. And by now it is…” I looked over to the little clock on the dashboard. “eleven am. If that bitch Luna speaks, then they already will be searching for us. If she doesn’t, those pathetic emo friends of her will soon and then we’ll be searched for this afternoon. The trip to Las Vegas will at least take five hours, so it will at least be four in the afternoon if we get there. We won’t get in that way.”
I looked over to them and their faces turned pale. I grinned and shook my head. “Don’t worry guys I have a plan.” They shot each other confused looks, but I remained quiet. It would be better if they didn’t know the plan. Like the little trick we did in the parking lot, they would understand it in the process.

*

The first few hours of the trip went actually really smooth. There were no traffic jams and the car was practically full so we didn’t have to stop at gas stations. Which came to use, because I knew that if they were already searching for us, then they would definitely spread our pictures across gas station inside and near San Diego. We just had to keep our stomachs under control until we were in Las Vegas. I knew my father’s investigation wouldn’t stretch that far. Yet.
The last two hours in the car had been a little less smooth. Mostly because the adrenaline of the guys started to wear out. The panic and guilt came rushing back at them and I hoped we’d be in Vegas very soon. Every half hour, either Justin or Peter whined about going back, that they needed to pee or they were asking a lot of unneeded questions. I knew they were afraid and I knew how to handle that, I had done it before, but this fear was from a whole other level of course.
The reason why I wasn’t afraid anymore is because I didn’t see a reason to. Of course I didn’t want to get caught and go to jail, but panicking would only speed up that process. That was probably also the reason that Luna’s friends haven’t found her until this morning. They couldn’t think straight because of fear. I mean, if they had thought straight they would’ve found out where she was way sooner. Fear was the engine on which my plan working. As long as there’s fear and I don’t have it, I can control whoever I want. And control was what I craved.
Slowly the skyscrapers and flashing lights came into view and I knew I had to start my next plan very soon. I looked around me, but all I saw was dessert. Fucking Nevada. I needed some sort of life form nearby for it to work.
Within a few minutes my wish came true. To our left a dinner came into view. It looked like the kind of place bikers would go to. Perfect.
There were a lot of motorcycles in front of the place and there was a neon light in the form of a naked lady at the roof. I stopped the car in front of the dinner and searched through the drawers of the car. In the corner of my eyes I saw Justin and Peter exchange looks. Underneath the dashboard I found the thing I was looking for. I carefully took out the black gun. “Bingo.” I said, turning the thing around in my hand. It seemed like it was loaded too. Not that it needed to be for my plan to work, I wasn’t planning on shooting anyone. It would draw too much attention to us.
Peter looked at the thing with wide eyes. “What are you doing? We can’ threat anyone right now!”
I rolled my eyes. “If we get caught we’ll already be charged with at least manslaughter. It can’t get much worse than this, we just need to do those things to survive.” I said as I lifted up my shirt and put the gun inside my jeans. “Just follow me and trust me. You don’t have another option.” I said and Peter looked angry, but I guess he knew I was right.
I opened the door and I took the car keys with me. I also took the hundred dollars from the drawer under the dashboard. I stepped out of the car and I heard Peter and Justin do the same thing.
I slammed the door of the car shut and hid the key in the back pocket of my jeans. I heard footsteps behind mine on the gravel as we walked towards the dinner. I opened the door and was carefully scanning the people in the place. There were a certain kind of people needed for my plan to work.
Most of the men in the bar were covered in tattoos and had very long beards, but for this plan to work I needed women. I let my eyes scan over the few women at the bar. When me, Peter and Justin sat down at the bar and ordered something to drink, I saw that to our left were a few girls that most certainly were hookers. I moved on from them. We needed sort of respectable girls. To our right I saw two girls that had tight dresses on, but they looked like they were going out. Not like they picked up men for money. They were perfect. Well, perfect for my plan.
I turned to the bartender. “Can I buy these girls over there cocktails, please?” I said. The bartender nodded and it seemed like he really didn’t care about the fact that we were under twenty-one. Personally, I’ve never understood why the age limit for alcohol was so high. You can forbid it all you want, but teenagers are going to try alcohol around the age of sixteen or seventeen anyway.
The bartender walked over to the girls and handed them the cocktails. When he pointed to us, the girls looked over at us and smiled. I smiled back at them and winked. I saw one of them giggle.
“What the fuck are you doing, Ryan? We’ve got more serious things to worry about right now than flirting with some chicks.” Peter said as he took a sip of his coke.
‘Believe me, I rather not do this’ I thought to myself. “Just trust me, Peter.” I said out loud. “Have I ever disappointed you?”
The girls seemed to be discussing something and then walked our way. All I could think about when they came our way was: ‘you two are going to be our ticket to Las Vegas and to freedom.’
When they arrived the blonde girl said “hi”. She seemed to mostly say it to me. I smiled at her and greeted her back. For half an hour we talked and flirted with these girls. My flirting technique mostly consisted of letting her talk. I didn’t really want to sleep with her, I just needed them to get out of the dinner with us.
We were just done listening to a funny story of Justin when I said: “Do you guys mind coming outside with us? I really need to smoke a cigarette.”
Peter looked at me with a confused look. I didn’t even smoke, but luckily he trusted me and said nothing. Peter’s suspiciousness could be very annoying from time to time.
“Yeah that’s alright.” The blonde girl said. We had learned that her name was Mandy and the other girl was called Tracy.
I paid the bar tender with the money from the car and we walked outside. When we were outside Mandy took my wrist and dragged me away from her friend and my friends. I trusted Peter and Justin to keep Tracy busy for a moment.
We were around the corner where no one could see us now and I was standing against the wall of the dinner. Mandy slowly walked towards me and put her hands on the back of my neck. “We can also just go to your place.” She said seductively. In my mind I let out a chuckle, this plan had worked out better than I thought.
“Sorry, I don’t really have a place anymore.” I said. “We’re on the run.”
She came closer to me and her faces were really close now. I’m sure she was trying to turn me on, but I didn’t feel it. “Aww poor you.” She said, like she didn’t know my statement was serious. I’m sure she didn’t. We didn’t look like your typical criminals.
“I’m sure you can help us out.” I said grinning at her.
“I want to help you out.” She said and I felt her breath that smelled like alcohol on my lips. Just before she could kiss me, I took the gun out of my jeans and put it against her stomach.
She froze and all the colour drained from her face. “Good, because you’re going to help us out.”
She started shaking as crazy and within seconds tears flooded from her cheeks. I turned her around and I led her with the gun against her back towards the other guys. I saw that Tracey was all over Peter and he seemed to enjoy it. Her hands were on his chest and his hands were slowly sliding towards her butt. “Okay Tracey, make out time is over.” I said. We were lucky that there was no one outside. Tracey let go of Peter and let out a short screech, but Peter quickly covered up her mouth with his hand. Both of the girls looked terrified right now and their mascara was all over their cheeks.
“Look, this doesn’t have to end badly at all.” I said grinning. “As long as you do what we say, then you’ll live.”
“Just let us go.” Mandy sobbed and I responded by putting the gun a little closer to her skin. She let out a small scream, but the music and laughing in the dinner was so loud, no one would hear her.
“Not until you help us.” I said. “You guys are going to drive our car to Las Vegas and get us in. We are going to get in the trunk and the backseat. They will let you guys drive through, because they will never expect these innocent looking girls to smuggle in three murderers.” Mandy sobbed silently at the words ‘murderers’. They both nodded defeated. This was amazing. I was going to use this gun more often! You could let people do anything by threatening them with a gun. Their life’s were literally in your hands. The ultimate control.
“Okay get in the car and drive us there. Oh and fix your make up. The police can’t know you were crying.” I said and I threw the car keys to Tracey. She was shaking, but caught them. I let go of Mandy and handed the gun to Justin. “You’re getting in the backseat, under the seats. Keep the gun aimed at them and make sure they drive to Las Vegas.” I said to him. He nodded, but he was very pale. He has always been the weakest of us. He had been questioning the morals of kidnapping and torturing Luna a few times before too. That was weak of him, because morals were nothing but rules that society over the years forced to us.
Justin kept the gun aimed at the girls until they were in the car. Tracey behind the wheel and Mandy in passengers seat. When they were sitting, me and Peter got into the trunk.
A few seconds later I felt the car shake a little and heard the engine roar. I felt a pull and noticed that we were driving. I couldn’t help but be proud at myself at how good this worked out.
“No matter how brilliant this plan is, I still am a little mad at you, because I was about to get some.” Peter said turning around and face me. “That Tracey was hot.”
I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “I’m sorry.” I said sarcastic.
“Couldn’t we like, threaten them after we had gotten laid? That Mandy was all over you too!” he said and he winked at me.
My smile disappeared from my face. “Too little time.” I mumbled. To be honest, yes time was ticking and we had none to lose, but I also didn’t want to do anything with that girl. I hadn’t told that many people, but I actually played for the other team. If people at school had known, I would lose all my control over the people there and I’d also lose my social place there. Also my dad would kill me if I’d came home with a boy instead of a girl. Well, right now he would also kill me when I got him alone I guess.
The only I had told about it was Jessie and that was on accident. She was really sweet about it though. It was the only moment in my life that I had enjoyed human compassion. I had felt understood, and I had never felt understood before. I think she was the only person I could ever really call my friend.
I shook away my thoughts. Compassion was the last thing that had to be on my mind right now.

*

I stood in my room, but all the furniture was gone for some reason. The thought went through my head that my dad must’ve thrown my stuff away after I ran away. The room felt cold. Not only in an emotional way, but also in a physical way. A weird kind of light fell through the window, like it wasn’t the sun that provided the light, but something whiter and colder.
I walked over to the place my bed had stood and traced the wall at the place the picture of me and my dad had hung. I had a good bond with my dad. Well, the moments he was home, which was never. I guess that gave me so much time alone that I could grow out to the person I am today. He had this image in his head of who he wanted me to be while he wasn’t in my life, which why I always craved control. I wanted to get free of the control my dad had on me and find my own by deflecting pain on others. When I was beating people up, or made them scared in another way, I had the control back my dad had taken from me. I don’t know if that makes any sense.
When I was tracing the place on the wall, I certainly noticed that my hands were covered with blood. And instead of giving me the amazing controlling feeling it had given me all these times I had beaten people up, It gave me an empty sad feeling now. I felt like crying.
Before I could do anything, the door opened, it creaked. It had never creaked before. It was new and expensive like practically everything in this house. When I looked through the crack, it was dark at the other side. A grey fog was hanging in the hallway. My heart started beating really fast, I knew something was going to happen.
Suddenly a black figure came was roaming the hall and came towards my room. I looked around my room, but there was nowhere to go. I was scared and there was nothing I could do. It felt like I was behind the wheel of a car and someone had tied my arms behind me. I hated this feeling of fear and the uncontrolled feelings more than anyone else.
The black figure reached my door and I noticed it was very small. Only a few feet tall, the size of a child. And when it came into my room I saw that it indeed was a kid. Not just a kid.
It was Leah. A five year old Leah was standing in front of me. Her hair was still brown and she had it in two ponytails on her head. When we were five we had been friends. I don’t know why we grew apart over the years.
Then only I realized her eyes were just holes and she was covered with blood. I backed away, but my back only hit the wall.
“Ryan. I thought we were family.” She said with a high voice and the sound echoed through the room. It gave me chills all over my body.
“Go away!” I screamed. “I’m not sorry!” the tears started rolling over my cheeks.
Leah blinked her eye lashes over the empty holes in her head. Dark blood drops rolled from them. “Because of you I’ll never graduate, I’ll never get married or have kids.Because of you, I’m dead.” She said and it felt like every word stabbed me with a knife.
She walked over to me, reaching out her limp, pale arms. “Does that hurt, Ryan? Then you know how I feel. How I felt.”
I backed down against the wall until I said on the floor. With my hands I was trying to keep her away from me. Then she opened her little mouth and flashy teeth like ones of a wolf revealed. An evil roar escaped her lips.
That’s the last thing I saw before I woke up. I caught my breath and dried my cheeks that were actually wet of the crying. I looked around me to see that I was laying across the backseat in our car. Peter and Justin were sleeping in the passengers and driver’s seat of the car.
Two weeks had past and we were now somewhere in Florida. We had found that Robert guy in Las Vegas and after some discussing he had provided us with fake ID’s. We had to pay him back for it though and we did it by robbing people in the city and we even robbed some stores. We were very lucky we never got caught.
After we had paid him off, we left the city and we had travelled through America, robbing place after place so we would have enough money to eat and eventually buy a plane ticket. Our plan was to buy an illegal plane ticket, you know of these little planes that don’t have permission of the government to do flights, but they did anyway. They of course didn’t get traced by Interpol. Actually they didn’t get traced by anyone. We would fly to Europe and start an entire new life there. We were thinking about Italy, although Justin said he’d rather go to Spain. Oh well, maybe we’d all go our own way once we got there. I wouldn’t mind. We had gone through so much together, I just wanted to forget about everything I had done to get to this point in my life and start an entire new one.
Now, we almost had enough money to buy a ticket. Only two days and we would get out of here. These last days had been killing, because of these dreams mostly. I was usually the one keeping the guys going, because I didn’t feel guilty. But these dreams made me feel guilty. I suddenly realized how much pain I had put on others because I was feeling it myself now. Karma was getting to me, I was sure. I guess karma had no dead line.
And because I wasn’t myself anymore lately, the guys had kind of lost their minds too. They couldn’t bare the fact that they had entirely lost their freedom. We were all holding on to that moment we would be in Europe and we didn’t have to live of taking from others anymore.
These weren’t the only dreams I had though. There were also a lot of dreams in which all my victims would just stare at me covered in blood. Luna, Suzy, all the nerds and geeks, Vic.
They all made me felt horrible, except the one with Vic. He was really the only one I didn’t feel sorry for. Most people didn’t understand my hate for that guy, they thought I tortured him just for fun, some thought I was overreacting by putting up the pact just because he beat me up. But there was more to my hate for him.
The day he had beaten me into the hospital was honestly the worst day of my life. I had been unconscious for at least a month. In that month I had had the most horrible dreams, dreams that I can’t explain in words, that was how horrible they were.
After I had woken up again, I had several horrible head surgeries after each other. The ones that made me scream of pain afterwards.
And to make matters worse, the doctors had told me I had brain damage that would be with me forever. Usually I took lots of medicines to lighten the incredible headaches I had every single fucking day. Now I had to just live with them, because they were at home. Some times of the day I felt like my brain was splitting in two and I had to act towards Peter and Justin like it was nothing. All the people at school knew was that I was deaf at one ear, which was true, but it wasn’t everything.
When I came back at school after my time in the hospital, people had laughed at me. I was beaten up by a loser. It had felt horrible to be suddenly called names in the halls. That’s when I started the pact. I used my fists and my still kind of high rank in the social hierarchy at school to make them obey it.
It worked. Within a few weeks, I was the most feared and popular guy at school again. And at the same time Vic was getting what he deserved. He had made my life into a living hell. A life with headaches, hallucinations, pills and horrible hospital visits. He would pay for it by being completely isolated. Seeing him hurt like that gave me happiness I couldn’t describe. It made me realize that I could be fearless. That I could be in control. So I made it my life goal to be that way.
And then Luna came to our school. And she started some sort of revolution. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the little game I played against the lower ranks of our school. The only thing that bothered me was the fact that Vic was acting like he was the hero. I might not have been the sweetest guy ever, but he was just a hypocrite!
I tried to push the thought of my current dream away and sat up straight. When I looked through the side window of the car, I suddenly saw a little ball of light. It grew closer to our car every second. It was a flashlight. Fear rushed through me when I realized what was going on.
But before I could do anything there was loud knock heard on the window closest to me. “Ryan Harris! Peter Lake! Justin Smith! You’re under arrest for the murder of Leah Whitmore and the kidnap of Luna Fall! Come out of the vehicle with your hands on your head!”

Notes

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I told you guys this chapter was going to be different from the rest XD. Sorry it is so long though. I felt like I needed lots of words to describe why exactly Ryan was doing what he did. I wanted to show that he actually had a reason for doing those horrible things.

Soo yeah also decided to update earlier, because one: I'm extremely enthusiastic about this story again. and two: i feel like this story isn't growing anymore. Sure, i'm happy with the little group of people that is always reading this story, but I wanted to see how far this story could grow. And I thought to acomplish that by updating early idk. I've been having the same amound of votes and subscribers for at least a month now. Maybe even two.

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Nicky