NUMBER ONE CHANCE

A/N: this one reflects Brendan's feelings and thoughts ❤️ ps: unedited (sorry for eventual wordy mistakes)

BRENDAN's POV

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"HE WAS A LIAR all along."

Bump... Bump... The glass of licor on my hand was touching the material of the sink every two seconds, a few drops of the golden liquid managed to escape somehow.

"You know why you don't know about Maddox? Because we swore then we would all close our mouths forever"

I loosened the black tie holding my sweaty neck, needing some air to breath. The space around is me suffocating, even though I am inside my own house.

"Colber never gave us a fucking choice!! You never really knew him at all."

A deep sigh leaves my mouth, though my eyes are practically glued to the movements of my shaking hand, which is causing the alcohol to balance from side to side.

All about the Lies. How can someone lie that much? How can one achieve such wicked never ending illusion?

I can sense the smell of the wet grass coming from my dirty black clothes and the feeling of the cold solitude reaping through my bones. I think I might need a shower...

"Guess what? She was his fucking girlfriend!!"

I do not move myself though, I think my head has taken fully control over my numb body. It keeps reminding me of his words, over and over again and I can't take it. The affect they have on me... it's- it's like venom entering my blood system, like I ran out of oxygen and my lungs are dying or some preconceived disease that keeps consuming my vital organs.

I feel so much hate, so much fucking rage growing inside my stomach.

Sean. Sean Windsor is nothing but a liar, I know that pretty well myself. It wouldn't be the first time he would lie to me, no, I lost count of how many times he tried to mislead me a very long time ago...

"after fucking her, he dumped her ass, saying shit about her being wicked"

"SHUT UP" I scream, battling my own monster to stay inside the shadows of my soul.

I'm not myself anymore. I know that once I look the fallen glass which is now on the floor, the flashback images from earlier today catching me all by surprise - the blood that had poured out of my hand when the demon inside me decided he had to come out, to break everything near and everyone in sight.

How was I supposed to act in front of all of them? Did they expect me to say a few nice sensitive words, shit about forgiveness and God leading his way? Oh, fuck off. Like that would make me feel better, or Colber.

I feel responsible for him, I'd lie if I convinced myself otherwise. He was not okay, he was in danger, and I failed to notice that. I even failed to come to his rescue when he asked me to be quick arriving at his house because I was fucking some stupid hoe.

I'm the most selfish person alive. I might well deserve the award for the most hopeless friend ever. I didn't deserve to be Colber's friend, he should never had met such prick like myself.

To think that last week Colber was by my side listening to my poor bad jokes, horrible music taste, and my grumpy humor always with a smile on his face only to have him gone for five days. I don't know if I can't take the raw truth of this new reality.

My brain is so confused. What had been I so blind to notice all this time? How could I not fucking see that something was wrong? That he might've faked his smile around me the last few days.

Yet, the hate I feel goes way beyond me...

I take off my jacket and open up my white shirt beneath it, showing off the tattoos marking my torso. I close my eyes, regretting it again.

"Colber harassed Evren Maddox two years ago, left so many bruises on her body that she had to hide herself for three years."

What a motherfucker cheat. He makes me sick. And his supporters too. Uh, to think that Page and Cassidy gazed at me completely joking at my questioning face after I asked both of them if the rumor was true... I looked like a clown.

Watching them trying to create this evil persona inside Colber is disgusting and unforgivable. After all he did for Sean, Kit, everyone, how could they have the courage to betray him? Who would believe this fucking nonsense?

I am exhausted but I can't wake up another day without answers, though I'm well aware of something: the Colber I knew would never lay a finger on a girl, let alone abuse her, torture her in front of others, laugh at her, no matter who the girl was. That was against Colber's moral principles.

Besides, he was a rare kind soul, out of every one, he was a true friend, especially to outsiders.

I'm not honest with myself or with him if I even manage to question that. Bullshit me all they want, but I bet my life he did not do such thing.

But then again... that Maddox girl.

She's so intriguing, hiding from the world when we're seeking for solutions, yet appears when trouble is about to blossom, giving me the impression she is just like a ghost.
To me, at least she is. A well kept secret. A story to tell.

I would be a foul if I decided to ignore her presence at this point, now that I figured out she's someone who knew Colber before I did, even the circle as far as I can tell - The first time I saw her, Josh was about to pee himself. Not everyone can scare Josh, especially a girl...

She means something, or she meant, I don't know. But she is part of the puzzle, otherwise what else could explain her connection to Colber? If not an abuse, then what else linked the two? Why coming back now that he died?

"Fuck" I said, playing with my own hands on my lap.

I got to do something. Most importantly, I need to be smarter. I'm not going to be a fool again. If what it takes to find out the truth is for me to break my alliance with the other circle members even though I have everything to lose, so be it. However, I might just try something else first...

Taking off the iphone from my pocket, I searched through the contacts list.

L... M... Marcus... Melissa... Mike... Mr. Porter

Yes! Clicking the button, I call his number, waiting for his voice to emerge.

"Kid, it's 7pm. Won't you let an old man rest a little?" Mr. Porter talked from the other side, always with a funny tone.

"Uh- I'm sorry Mr. Poster. I didn't realize it was that late." I said honestly, worried I might have called too late since the college is probably closed.

"Nah, don't apologize. I'm bored anyway. Saw you a while ago, you're good?" He asked.

Oh, right, he must've attended the funeral too. He's the college's main secretary, after all.

"Yes I- I just... overreacted."

"I know you're going through a lot, Brendan. It was a tough day, even for a routine guy like myself. You should take off some days from school, I can cover up your absences if you want to."

"Oh- no. That's fine, thank you. Actually I need another favor."

"Hm. Don't tell me this has to do again with that little rebel group you surround yourself with."

Mr. Porter questioned, knowing very well my team mates and I were masters on creating trouble and getting rid of it later. Thanks to him, actually.

"Not this time. I need an address of a new student."

"Oh. You mean a girl?" Mr. Porter asked, curious. This man was one of a kind.

"Uh- yeah." Cool, now he's going to start thinking I'm dating this new girl. "Her name's Evren, Maddox."

"Hm. You're lucky I'm still working today. Alright, let me go through the files."

One minute passes until the phone starts to reproduce noises again. "Found her. Uh- but it's weird. She hasn't filled in all the questions. I haven't got her address."

Shit. "Do you have her number?"

"Yes, yes. Cmon kid, write it out before I regret this."

I laugh, saving Evren's number. "Thank you so much Mr. Porter."

"Don't worry kid. I hope you'll be a gentleman and at least take the girl out."

"Uh- we don't- I mean, yeah yeah sure. Of course. Thanks for helping a guy out."

"Next time, you gotta do it yourself." Mr. Porter said goodbye, finishing, "Uh, kids these days... 30 years ago we had to ask the girl's parents for permission to look at women! They have no idea about how lucky they are now."

Yeah, Mr. Porter, as if that inconvenience would've stopped you anyway.

Laughing a bit, I pressure the bottom to enter the messaging board.

Now, the only thing I can do now is hoping for my plan to work. If the answers are not coming, I'll be the one to seek the answers myself, though everything starts by a little negotiation and a little bit of bluff...

To: Maddox

9pm today. third corner of DownRiver street, next to Starbucks. meet me there, alone, if you really want to know what happened friday night.

trying to track this number won't work btw. If you want to know how I got yours or who I am, don't skip our appointment. you just got your n. 1 chance.

ps: or else, people might figure out
you lied three years ago ;)

I press send. What's done it's done. And well, truth is, I'm only getting started.

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To be Continued

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