Song Above: Complicated

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I looked in the mirror at the bags under my eyes, my dry lips and my freckles that were more prominent on my pale complexion. I let out a sigh at the sight and I dried my hair with a towel as I walked into the bedroom of the cabin. Brody was sat on the bed with his brow furrowed in concentration as he searched through a wooden box on his lap.

After I practically forced him to agree that I was the reason for everything bad that had happened in my life. He walked into the bedroom and left me to finish my bath even though it had gone cold. He knew I needed time to come to terms with the last month. Unlike him I couldn't just leave the past, mine haunt me every second of the day.

I had this awful disorder in which I turned on myself whenever anything went wrong in my life. My mind would attack the closest person to me, which was myself. It was a god awful disease that felt like there was never going to be a cure.

Maybe there wasn't. Maybe this was genetics and my dad had suffered the same daunting and mindless thoughts I felt. Maybe they'd never stop haunting me.

I'd lost anyone who was close to me, Rose, Ryan and my Dad.

I prayed I'd never lost Brody.

But you will if you do not tell him the truth about his mom.

I wanted to scream at the voice that told me to tell him what had truly happened to his mom but I knew in order to save him I couldn't. If anything were to happen to him I'd never forgive myself.

The sound of Brody's curses and clanking of chains pulled me out of my thoughts. He was still rifling through the box and from the looks of things he seemed to have not found what he was looking for.

Slowly I approached him the curiosity getting the better of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I sat on the edge of the bed. I looked over at the heap of gold chains and diamonds sprawled across the sheets. There was a mixture of colourful jewels green, pomegranate, and sapphire-blue twinkling in the light. I'd never seen anything like it and I felt myself gape in awe.

The only acknowledgement he gave me was a low mumble under his breath.

I cocked a brow, "Do you need help or?"

It was a moment before he responded a heavy sigh escaping his lips, "I'm trying to find something but I don't know where it is,"

"What is it that you are trying to find?"

"My mom's wedding ring, I wanted to put it on a chain and wear it around my neck, you know? so she's always with me,"

Silence followed his words. I slowly nodded my head in understanding. I watched as he quietly searched.

"I swear it should be in here," He said frustration evident in his voice.

"Would your dad have taken it?"

He scoffed, "No, of course, he wouldn't,"

A small gold ring hidden underneath a neckless caught my attention. I picked it up, feeling the coldness on my fingers and showed Brody, "Is this what you are looking for?"

Brody glanced downwards, his mouth pursed but slightly open and loose. His eyes fixed on the ring in my fingers for a while there was silence. I said his name and he blinked, refocusing his attention to my face.

"This isn't my mom's ring," He said flatly, he took it from my fingers and analyzed it. His expression gave away none of his thoughts and I frowned.

Then who the hell was it?

It was too small to be his fathers and I couldn't imagine his stepmom keeping her belongings amongst her husband's ex-wife's things.

He brought the ring closer to his face and squinted in order to see the tiny letters itched on the inside of the ring, "It says to my love Fiona,"

"Fiona? Do you know who that is?"

"No," He shook his head, "This looks like a wedding ring as well,"

"Was your dad married before your mom?"

"Not that I know of. He can't have been..." He trailed, sliding his phone out of his pocket, unlocking the screen and typing away. The phone's light lit up his features and you could see the confusion more prominently on his face.

Mr Jackson was a man of many secrets.

I couldn't see what he was doing from the angle I was sat so I moved closer and glanced over his shoulder. He was searching for something on his safari and from what I could make out it looked like a stream of articles. He clicked on one of the pages and as if his phone had burnt him he flung it across the bed and jumped to his feet. The action caused me to flinch and I stared at him wide-eyed, "What's wrong?"

He couldn't even speak, his face had lost all its colour and he began to pace around the room. I stared at him for a second in bewilderment before picking up his phone and looking at the screen.

My stomach sank.

In bold letters, it read "THE ELITE FIONA JACKSON MYSTERIOUS DEATH, HUSBAND PAUL JACKSON LEFT DISTRAUGHT,"

On June 2nd, 1997 at around 5 pm officers were called to the Jacksons residence to find Fiona Jackson deceased at the scene. A 911 call had been made from inside the house from Fiona's husband, Paul Jackson, who had come home from a business trip to find his wife unconscious on the floor. Further investigations had concluded that Fiona had allegedly drunk from a poisoned cup in her residence according to officers and had died from cardiac arrest at the scene. Paul Jackson was arrested but later released after no evidence pointing towards foul play. It was later discovered that Fiona had in fact poisoned herself and had shown signs of distress and depression leading up to her death. Since Fiona had inherited money from her late fathers will, putting her at one of the richest women in town all her money had fallen onto Paul, who was reluctant in receiving it. Fiona's death was concluded as a case of our mental health system failing us once again.

No further investigation was needed.

I read the words over and over again, a discomfort in my chest spreading its way up to my throat and I felt like I wanted to scream. I felt the urge to run, escape, hide.

Brody's pacing became more erratic. I could see his mouth hanging open with lips slightly parted and his eyes were as wide as they could stretch. The way his mouth kept opening and closing showed he didn't know what to do with himself.

I just sat there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything. I was trying to remember how to breathe, unable to speak, totally stunned as the thoughts bounced around inside my skull.

Darlin I was paid to kill her.

If your boy finds out and starts putting his nose where it shouldn't be he'll lose more than a parent.

Mr. Jackson's name scribbled in the sign-out sheet.

It all made sense now.

I'd looked a killer in the eyes and hadn't even realized. He was right under my nose this entire time.

Brody's dad had killed his mom and she wasn't his first.

Sorry, this chapter is quite short. I will go back at some point and add some more but I wanted to update for you guys! I've been super busy and haven't had time to solely focus on updating but once the Christmas period is over I promise I will give you more of my time!

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