Davis' Ghost

Justin's P.O.V

We got home and I expected Bob to start questioning me right then, but he didn't. Instead, he went to his room to shower so I went to my room to shower too.

I spent a long time in my bathroom because I was thinking about my life. I was thinking about how heartless I was becoming. Like mom and dad took my heart with them.

I couldn't believe I had actually killed ten people in my life at the young age of fifteen. But again one part of my heart told me not to worry about it, since I was only trying to protect myself. But I still couldn't get myself to understand why the hell my pupils were red when I was fighting in the dressing room. Was I hallucinating??? I didn't seem to understand myself any longer.

I seriously don't understand why that asshole; John Coyde wants me dead. What have I done to him?

Bad thoughts started flooding my mind again. My heart was really urging on one but I had to kick against it. I don't know why, but I couldn't kill Anastasia. Even though she's the daughter of John Coyde.

I got out of the bathroom after twenty minutes, then I wore my pajamas. We hadn't eaten and Bob had planned that we'll all eat at a restaurant after the event but I think I kind of crushed the whole plan by doing what I did back in the stadium.

I rushed down for dinner. I saw them all sitting down, waiting for me... do they have to? We got eating and in the middle of the meal, Bob said, "Justin, you told me you'll explain what happened in the stadium, later..." He paused "...what caused you to come up to us with such urgency and tell us that we should leave" He asked, like some sort of detective.

God! I should've thought of what lie I was going to tell them, instead of things I can never change. I was so blank... and so dead!

I finally spoke and what came out of my mouth was the first lie I thought of; I saw my dad's spirit there..." Come on... I'm not so good at lying. I normally don't lie. "...and he told me to leave the premises immediately."

He looked shocked, "Really? Why???" He asked.

"I don't know. Before I could ask him, he disappeared." I lied again. Lying is so easy😏 And he had to believe me... who'd question such?

As I expected, he didn't say anything more about what happened in the stadium and we got back to eating.

As normal, they talked about school and work but I didn't say anything. It will take a very long time for me to feel free to talk at table.

I really hope that no one would find out what happened in dad's dressing room; the one I killed all those men in, but how possible is it that they wouldn't find out? I just hope there weren't any security cameras in that room, because if there were... I would be damn toast!

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I was lying down on my bed, just about to sleep when I heard some knocks at my door. I groaned cos I was very tired and I needed some alone-time. 'Damn! Who'd be coming to my room at this time? When I was about to sleep.' I thought and cursed under my breath.

"Come in!" I finally said.

It was Lisa!

"Hey Lisa, what brings you here?" I said as she sat on the bed.

"I just came to check on you... see if you're doing okay. What's up?" She asked.

"Nothing much... Just trying to sleep!" I seriously needed to sleep. Shit! After all that happened today, if I didn't sleep, I was just going to faint. "So, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"What really happened in the stadium???" She asked, making the sleep flee and my heart beat faster. Was it possible that she knew what happened in the dressing room, but how?... Not possible.

"I don't understand why you're asking me that... I told you I saw my father's ghost there and it told me that we should leave immediately" I lied, hoping she'll believe me. "What else do you want to hear?" I said with a tint of disgust and a little bit of anger in my voice.

"It may be convincing, but I don't believe it. You didn't look like you were telling the truth when you said it," Okay... how do you look when you're telling the truth??? "Just tell me what happened, I'll keep it a secret, I swear!" She said. No matter what, girl, I'm not telling you nada.

I said nothing and the whole room was quiet.

I recounted what happened and I tried to throw the ugly memories away.. but they just won't go. Its not something I ever wanted to tell anyone, not even Lisa.

"You mustn't know what happened, alright?" I finally snapped.

"Keeping secrets from me isn't going to help you. A problem shared is a problem half solved, remember?" Okay... since when did she start saying stuff like that? Mom!😠

"I don't want to tell you and that's final!" I began to yell. I thought I was going to explode and I hoped I don't lose my mind again and my pupils don't turn red again cos she was really pissing me off. "You..."

I don't know why but she gently placed her lips on mine. She took me unawares so don't blame me. She probably just wanted to shut me up.

Sincerely, as she kissed me, it was as if all my pains and sorrows were fading away, like it was some kind of therapy. I didn't feel angry anymore but as soon as I remembered that she was my cousin, I gently pushed her away. The kiss was getting more and more intense and I wasn't the one that's going to be committing incest here.

She looked at me and smiled, like a she-devil; with all the beauty and evil! I didn't have anything to say to her and it didn't seem like she had anything to say to me either.

"Good night," she finally said and left, closing the door gently behind her.

I couldn't really figure out why she did what she did but it sure worked like magic. As if she knew that I was down and desperately needed some lifting up.

The weight of my heart was lightened, I became happier than I was before she got into the room. Thanks to her, I wasn't going to sleep with a bad mood anymore.

After some minutes I slept, and with a smile in my face.