A lot of suppings

BIANCA'S POV

8:09 Am // February 16 // Saturday

Simon Bayman. Simon Bayman. Simon Bayman. Simon Bayman. Simon Bayman.

His name kept ringing in my ears, mind and head. I turned to the other side of the bed where I could see the door and hugged the pillow tightly. Truthfully, his death should be a relief to most of us especially I and my sister. I can't imagine him letting out a secret that belonged to the both of us and ruining our family's name. The door clicked open causing my heart to skip a beat. Yep I'm still scared.

"Hey", Brie's voice came in first before she appeared.

I grumbled and sat up .

"what's up", I muttered .

She smiled grinning, her body clinging on the opened door like she was romancing it. She had her legs in a sexy way and her eyes looking at me expectantly. I know that look. She's got a surprise for me, a surprise I wouldn't like.

"What now Brie?", I asked. She grinned and made her finger roll the tip of her red hair. Sexy.

"C'mon what?!", I exclaimed this time chuckling and she chuckled too .

She released herself from the door and placed her hands to her waist.

"Someone's here to see you", She said. I raised a brow at her.

"Someone?", I asked.

"Yea", she grinned.

"C'mon it's gonna cheer you up", she said excitingly. I tried thinking hard but no one came to my mind. I really don't have any friends except Lily.

And Lily coming here??

Impossible.

Ever since she started dating Jake, we've not been so close. I totally got used to it, taking her off my mind and not disturbing her relationship, but, she is still my only friend.

"Cops?", I asked and she chuckled really hard.

"Lily?", I asked and she rolled her eyes.

I knew it was impossible.

"C'mon come make it snappy, he's waiting for you", she said excitingly .

He????

okayyyy, I really don't know.

I stared at her for a while but stood up and jumped down the bed.

"I told you to stop jumping on mah bed", She groaned walking out of the room. I giggled and went after her. I was really nervous and anxious wondering who it was .

I hurried down the stairs my eyes coming in contact with nervous Jason. I looked to Brie who winked at me and walked towards the kitchen.

I'm lost.

"Urmm.....hey", he muttered.

"Hey", I said my breath stuck. I failed to hide my surprise. I gasped realising his head was bandaged.

"Urm... how's your head??", I asked nervously my hands going to the back pocket of the bum short I wore.

He gave a nervous smirk and

"It doesn't hurt that much", he softly muttered.

I nervously pressed my lips together not knowing what to say, it's not like I tried thinking and it didn't come, I just didn't try. He looked around nervously then back at me.

"You're fine right?", He asked.

"Yea, totally fine", I muttered looking around nervously like I haven't seen my house before.

Awkward.

Why is he here by the way?

I itched my hair and-

"urm...what are you doing here?", I asked.

"I....I...just wanted to see you and tell you I'm sorry for the previous night I was an asshole for trying to scare you", he breathed. I could tell it was very difficult for him to say but I smiled.

"Yea....you were always an asshole", I said and regretted what I said. I have always wanted to tell him that though.

"Geezzz.... I'm sorry", I said covering my mouth with my palm.

"It's nothing I am always an asshole", he said admitting it totally.

"Urmm.... you're busy?? ", He asked.

"No why??", I said taking my hands off my mouth and folding them across my chest.

"We should go for a walk", he said. I pressed my lips together, my eyes on him like ''what the hell''. We haven't talked in two years or so.

"It's fine if you don't want to, I understand", he said.

I dropped my hands to my waist rethinking my decision. Jason is someone I can't stay mad at . I really can't. Every single time I see him in school, my heart would race really fast hoping he'd talk to me or something. I miss him real bad.

"I'll just leave", he said turning to leave .

"Wait", I found my lip muttered. He hurriedly looked to me eagerly waiting for what I was gonna say.

I pressed my lips together and released it almost immediately.

"I haven't had my bath yet would you wait in my room", I said and a small grateful smile appeared on his lip.

"Yea sure I will", he said.

I was too scared to have my bath. The thought of Simon's ghost appearing while I'm bathing freaks me out, though, it sounds so lame.

Anything is possible.

I smiled politely at him and walked upstairs with him behind me.

LEILANI'S POV

I stared at my mom as the frown wouldn't for once leave her face and I badly hope she wouldn't say a thing to my dad. I bit my lower lip and looked to my dad as he focused more on his call. He got back immediately he heard about the death of Simon and the fact that his parents are business partners with my dad added to his concern.

".....so, what you're saying is my daughter could be a suspect of murder??", My dad asked angrily and my eyes went wide open. What?!?! I didn't do anything. Why will I be in for a murder case?

"Shyla??", my dad asked again. He then looked to me as if to confirm if I knew Shyla and I nodded positively.

"Well, look for her I don't want some sort of shit ruining my entire career", he gritted angrily into the phone. Yea, my dad cares a whole lot about his career .

He groaned inwardly and dropped the call. I saw him look away into his phone, his eyes looking distant. I was scared . His look isn't comforting . I looked to my mom. Her eyes staring intently at my dad, the frown in her face dissolved. I looked to my dad

"Dad", I called.

"Get ready for a burial tomorrow Leilani ", He said getting up.

"Shyla is nowhere to be found for now", he said and walked towards the stairs .

"Hey, We've got to talk", my mom's voice echoed as she hurried off her seat. She hastened her step to meet with my dad.

"You wanna talk now?? After the cold attitude uh??", my dad angrily said.

"where the hell were you yesternight", I heard my mom say and my heart skipped a beat. I strained my ears to listen but got none. Huh! They will probably end up settling it with sex.

Simon Bayman ! Fuck your dead body!

LILY'S POV

Jake just left here and I'm missing him already. We settled things and had talked about a lot of things and a lot of his shit, how scared he was and all.

I walked into the kitchen and picked a half filled cup of water. I really don't know where the water came from but I had to take it. I felt relieved but the water tastes like shit and soon something choked me.

Peanut allergy.

Damn. EpiPen. I tried leaving the kitchen to my room to get my EpiPen but my legs only went down as I choked. I gasped for air and I realized I was slowly dying, everywhere was slowly becoming dark. I slowly dropped to the floor and saw the person I didn't expect to see.

"You?...you...", I muttered. What the hell happened!? He waved at me with his familiar mischievous smile and everywhere went dark.

JASON'S POV

We slowly walked through the street with the soft breeze blowing past us. Memories of who we were coming to my rememberance. She was very naughty and I was the luckiest person to have her. We could have been a lot. I loved her and she loved me. I looked to her and realized her balls were wet. Guess she's thinking the same too. I looked away and I wanted to cry too. She meant the world to me and she still means the world to me. I had to think back to when we broke up

" Hey what was that about?", She asked rudely as I walked into my house. I just got bailed and I was fraustrated. I did drugs. Yea I did. Not like I did but I happened to be caught with one.

My dad's ranting and threat added to my frustrations.

"Bianca please just let it be", I begged and walked to the kitchen. She followed me furiously . I opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of alcohol, dropped it on the kitchen island, took a cup and went back to the island. Each of my movement pushing her out of my way. I was just too pissed to notice.

"Excuse me, do you realize I am here?", She asked. I gulped down the drink and guess that got her angry, she hurried to me and grabbed the bottle.

"Bianca give it back", I groaned.

"Jay you promised to not take this anymore and the drugs, you said you were gonna stop. What the hell happened?!", she asked with a worried yell. I was gonna cry into her just as I have always done. I looked into her soft eyes.

"Jay what happened??", she asked softly.

I walked to her and reached for the drink but she took it behind her.

"Jay let's talk, I wanna talk", she softly said her eyes penetrating mine.

"I don't want to", I muttered and her left hand reached for my face but I turned away .

I wasn't myself that moment, I just didn't wanna see anyone. I turned to the island, my head playing everything my dad had said and just then her hand touched me sending me to push it roughly causing her to fall.

"Aw ", she winced.

I looked at her, her right hand bled from the bottle that broke on the floor.

"Fuck", I cursed and hurried to her, I tried helping but she pushed me off.

"Babe I'm sorry, I really am", I said as she got up on her own. I slowly got up too as she walked out of the kitchen . I slowly walked out of the kitchen only to realize she was heading towards the exit. I hurried to her and pulled her to myself.

"Hey hey I'm sorry", I muttered but she pushed me away with all her might causing me to move a great deal away from her.

"Leave me alone", she yelled.

"Bianca", I called.

"I'm sorry", I muttered.

"Stop saying that when you don't mean it, stop it! Do you even count me as anything valuable?", she asked tears forming in her eyes. Bianca is very soft .

"C'mon Bianca you know I love you please don't doubt it ", I said.

"What happened about the drug?", She asked again.

"C'mon Bianca, I don't wanna talk about it", I yelled at her. The surprise look on her face didn't leave me. It was the first time I was gonna yell at her. We've fought a lot but not me raising my voice at her.

She's everything to me and I don't wanna be the reason she's hurt. She loves me even when I didn't deserve the love.

"You know what?", I asked sniffing in. "Let's end this", I muttered. I didn't want to hurt her anymore. That's what I had thought that moment and I wasn't sure if I wanted her to always cry because of me.

"What?!", she asked shakily.

"Us ... let's end us.... this relationship I don't want it anymore", I said.

Her face went blank.

"Wow", she muttered and waited a while waiting for me to say something probably a reason or something but I said nothing.

"Okayyy", she said, shrugged her shoulders and went out.

That was how we broke up. I broke up with her out of stupidity - I just realized.

I watch her walk ahead. She sat underneath a tree. Her eyes lost but still watery. I bit my lower lip and stood few distances away from her. My eyes staring at the couples having their moment. This place is called the couples wing where every couple could have their own moment. Bianca and I came here once to teach her how to ride the bicycle.

Lost in my thoughts, I brought out a pack of cigarette from my pant's back pocket, took a stick and placed the pack back to my pocket.

I really don't know if I deserve Bianca. I never really deserved her. I was just a boy, a bad boy, a tattooed boy, a drunkard, a smoker and a snuff addict. I was messed up but she was perfect. I looked to her, she still looks lost, so I brought out a light from my pant pocket and lightened up my cigarette. Taking in a drag with my eyes closed, my head playing back Bianca's smile. I released the air and opened my eyes. I looked to Bianca, her eyes were on me. Oops! My lips slowly parted to say something but she looked away. I heaved a sigh of relief and took in few drags before disposing it and going to her. I quietly sat beside her, thinking really hard about what to say to her. I could have sworn my head was about to hurt but then, she muttered "it hurts". My mind went blank for a while wondering what actually hurts.

"Did you ever love me?", she asked. I looked at her, her lower lip was in between her upper and lower teeth and I could tell she was fighting back her tears.

"Bianca I did. I loved you more than I had wanted to love you or anyone", I said sincerely my eyes scanning her face. She looked to me and a tear rolled down her left cheek.

"You didn't show it, you never respected me", she said her voice breaking. What is she saying? I fucking respect her than my dad, than anyone in this world.

"Bianca I did. What are you saying? ", I said my voice breaking.

She looked away and cleaned her tears.

"I respect you more than anyone, I respect you more than my dad or anyone", I added my eyes not for once leaving her.

"You promised to not smoke or drink or do drugs Jay", she said

" Bianca", I called with a small sigh.

" I'm sorry if it's about that look I am addicted to those things and it's really hard to stop them I tried, I fucking tried you know I did", I said bluntly.

A smirk played on her lip as she turned to me

"Fine, an addiction, but, you never considered the fact that I was always around any time you did those things, you couldn't even take it in secret or try to actually respect the fact that I'm around when you take it, making me feel like you were doing it on purpose or trying to test my patience", she yelled at me her eyes penetrating mine. Fuck!

I never intended it to be that way. I just wanted to take them that moment and I did. I looked around nervously and realized most people had their eyes on us and I looked back at Bianca, her eyes still on me, this time tears flowing out of her eyeballs freely. There was silence for a while .

"It was never intended to be that way", I softly said. She looked away and cleaned her tears.

"I just took them because I felt I should, I never thought it would make you feel that way", I said. Her palm went to her face, making her neat hands visible and not her face. I took in her pink painted nails, they were really neat.

"I'm really sorry please forgive me", I said and my eyes went wet. I was gonna cry .

She deserved the world, I never knew I made her feel that way. I slowly went on my knees and tapped her shoulder. She took her hands off her face and looked to me

"what are you doing?", She asked .

"I'm sorry", I said.

There was silence for a while, her eyes penetrating mine.

The sun was setting and I wasn't gonna get up until she says she's forgiven me. She's everything. I want her back. I fought with my father a lot because of her, though we never talked for two years I made sure I stayed around her, refusing my father's request of leaving the country. She was the only one who had me going in the world, the only one who took my shits, the only one who ever loved me. I watched her clean her face, but then, why did she keep this in ?

"You should get up Jay", she muttered standing up.

"I wanna go home", she added turning to leave.

"Bianca why didn't you tell me?", I asked and I saw her tense. She stood fixed in a spot for a while and then walked away.

Even if she had said it, it wouldn't have changed anything.

I was the one who broke up with her.

JAKE RAY'S POV

I shook under my father's stare. He had ranted all hour long about how stupid I am and not putting his name into the mud and all.

"It's okay it's just a coincidence and I'm thinking someone must have set those kids up", My mom said and I raised my head to look at my dad if those words would soften him but it didn't. He looked to my mom who walked to him and took him by his hand.

"We should look for how to take him out of the shit", she softly said.

"Look honey I don't know, what if he's been charged for murder that's gonna be a big problem", My dad spat softly and I could now see things from his point of view.

"I didn't do anything dad", I said.

"Tell that to the cops if you've got no evidence", my dad half yelled at me and my mom patted him softly.

"You've got a call", my nanny said appearing with a telephone in hand. My dad took my mom's hands off him and hurried to my nanny. I watch him take the phone from her and place it to his ear.

"Yea....Mr. Ray speaking", he said as he took his other hand to his waist. My mom excused the living room probably to make her regular coffee.

"Lily??", my dad asked and my heart skipped a beat.

"What?!?", He said painfully.

"I'll ask him", he said and looked to me.

"You were with Lily today?", he asked and I nodded positively. He looked away and listened for a while

"There's no way that happened he's my son I know what he can do", he said.

Wow....he knows what I can do. He listened for a while and looked to me and away .

" Cover this up, my son has nothing to do with this, the press mustn't hear anything about it", he said. Geez....what happened??

Soon he dropped the call and handed the phone to my nanny. He loosed a button from his shirt's button as he slowly walked to me. I shivered in fear. He rolled his sleeves up and once he got to me he gave me a very good punch to my face causing me to stagger into the chair. I heard my nanny gasp and mom as well.

"What are you doing I have told you countless times not to hit him, he's just a boy", my mom said in my defense hurrying to him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to be careful", my dad yelled at me.

"I told you to be careful in everything you do", he spat.

"Lily's dead and they think you killed her", he added angrily. Damn.....the pain in my cheek left and a new pain trickled into my heart.

My mom gasped as well as my nanny. My dad angrily left, my mom looked at me for a while and went after her husband. Slowly, tears trickled down my cheek and my nanny patted me. Why would Lily die ?? Why would I be blamed for her death ??...

JASON'S POV

I stared at the cup of coffee before me, blankly, my hands stuck in my Jacket and my mind everywhere.

I can't really point out what I was really thinking about.

The bell placed at the door of the coffee shop to notify that someone had come in rang kicking me out of my emptiness . I nervously placed my hands on the cup of coffee in an attempt to pick it up but a hand on my table made me hesitate. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me who it was. The cherry smell,the rough hands- Steve Hale

"Sup man", I muttered dryly relaxing back into my seat. I heard a scoff before looking at the blondie right in front of me .A Fine ass nigga, Steve.

"I expected something exciting like a yay from you", he popped, ending his statement with a pout and having his seat. I watched every of his movement in amusement of how much he had changed, he looked more manly, he had the body and the looks and somehow I could perceive wealth from him. He took a quick sip of my coffee and relaxed into his chair. We stared at each other for a while and then he grinned.

"You wanna have me on your bed or what?", he joked and that managed to make me chuckle. If I was a gay Steve would be my kind of guy.

"It's been two years now sup", he said cheerfully.

"Wow is it just two years I thought it was like three to four years ago", I called trying to recall how long.

"It's just two years mah man", he muttered.

"How are you?", I asked.

"Well, well enough to compare your net worth with mine", he proudly said and we both chuckled.

"Wow ... that's good", I said.

He had always been a business minded guy.

"What about urm....your hot chic ... what's her name again?", he asked trying to remember.

"Bianca", I recalled.

"Yea Bianca you guys and I should hang out together sometime", he muttered and I smiled.

"We are no longer together", I softly said.

"I knew it that chic was too good for you", he exclaimed.

Too good?

"Fuck", I muttered and we both chuckled.

"If I see her I'll ask her out, hope it's okay by you", he said picking up the coffee again.

I gently nodded positively, badly hoping he wouldn't.

"So I saw your message the previous night", I muttered staring at him intently, registering all of his looks in my brain.

"My message I don't think I sent you any I haven't thought of you in months", he said and I scoffed.

"So you didn't send any message", I asked really wondering who the hell could have sent the message if not him.

"Yea", he said taking the coffee to his mouth. I watched him gulp down every bit of it and his eyes widened.

"Hey", I called. I wasn't sure what was going on with him. He acted like he was struggling to breath. I nervously watched him drop the cup to the floor and lean back into his chair silently.

"Steve", I shakily called but there was no response.

I slowly looked around in fear hoping no one was watching. I slowly got up and walked to him. Slowly patted his cheek and then checked his heartbeat .

Steve is dead.

I swallowed down saliva and looked around once more. I'm shit scared. I could be convicted for murder and I did nothing. I shakily picked my phone from my pocket and shakily dialed Jane's number. Luckily enough, she picked up quicker than I thought . I took the phone to my ear

"Jane I am in deep shit", I muttered and there was silence from her side for just two seconds.

"What happened?", she suddenly asked .

"I don't know, I met with Steve and he died right in front of me", I stammered looking around for anyone looking at me but there was no one.

"Fuck Jay I told you to stay clear", she cursed and I could hear some shuffling,like she was going through some stuff.

"No one knows right?", she asked.

"No no urm I don't think so", I stammered looking around one more time

"Stay calm huh? Act like nothing happened I'll be there", she said.

"Where are you?", she asked

"Warm and Cozy", I muttered looking around and she dropped the call.

I looked around blankly, I could just leave and it'd be like nothing ever happened or I could just sit and wait for Jane to get here or I get caught.

"Fuck seems that guy is dead", someone suddenly screamed.

I looked towards the figure who had said that, a male figure, all in black, a black hoodie and a hat covered his face. I watched him slowly walk away as I almost peed in my pants. My eyes went on everyone's eyes which were on Steve, some had even started murmuring and gradually phones came out, taking videos. I did nothing but stood there absently. I didn't realize a waiter had come to Steve's body to examine him, but his voice kicked things into reality

"he's really dead, call an ambulance, call the police".

Screams and murmurs went everywhere and I was shocked on how dumb I was. I fucking did nothing, I couldn't move, I couldn't blink, I doubt if I breathed but I knew when the police arrived, I knew when I was cuffed, I knew when I was pushed into the police car with the press, people and camera every where.

BIANCA'S POV

My tummy gave an hungry noise causing me to stand up from my bed roughly and angrily.

I walked to my standing mirror to check how much I suck . I sucked really well. I need my mom and dad. I wonder why they aren't coming back yet.

I slowly pulled my hair into a ponytail and pressed my lips together, even my eyes seem distant. I have been crying. Everything hurts and Jason suddenly coming back? Hurts as well.

I really wanna get back to being me.

"Bee", Brie's voice suddenly came through barging into my room

"You fucking need to see this", she said hurrying to me with a tablet in her hand.

JAKE'S POV

".... .you really can't take my son away, do you know who I am?", my father threatened pushing the police officers hands off me and my mom pulling me to herself.

I have never seen my parents fight for me this way. It looked like they wanted me to stay with them, they wanted me to be there. How come they never showed me this much love?

I was finally pushed into the police car and a tear rolled off my left eye.

There are things that hurts right now...., being arrested for something you know nothing about..., arrested for killing your girlfriend....,the death of your girlfriend and seeing the part of your parents you've never seen before or in reality....

LEILANI'S POV

"... it's really weird how these rich people tried to cover such a thing up...", I heard the news reporter say as I headed to the kitchen but the news kinda drew me back into the living room .

Seeing Jason being showed on the screen, he was cuffed and pushed into the police car and Jake as well got me shivering

".....these students were both in the same cottage where a fellow student had died and now they had both murdered someone, how weird it is", the reporter continued

"It was said that these students met up in their school cottage breaking every rules their schools had set of the cottage and coming together, no one knows what had happened in there but One of them died in the cottage, one went missing and one died in her home", the reporter continued and I shook.

"Here's the list of the students and their pictures which would be displayed on the screen for you guys to see, Simon Bayman who had died first in the cottage", the reporter explained as his picture was shown.

"Lily Chris is suspected to be killed by her boyfriend Jake Ray in her home", the reporter continued as Lily's picture was shown as well as Jake's picture and then a picture of both of them sharing a kiss.

Where do they get all of this pictures from?

"Bianca Scott was with them in the cottage but haven't heard a bad news about her for now as the police are still going about their investigation on her", the reporter stated and Bianca's picture was displayed.

"Leilani Rex as well, there's nothing about her", the reporter continued as Leilani's picture was shown.

"Shlya disappeared immediately after leaving the cottage and no one has heard a thing about her and if you do please contact anyone in the police department", the reporter continued as Shyla's picture was shown.

"The last is the real murderer who murdered a friend of his who's not a student of the school in a coffee shop, such courage", the reporter said with a scoff and a video of what had happened in the coffee shop was played.

Who gave them the right to judge that way??

Then the TV suddenly went off

"You shouldn't watch things like that", I shivered not expecting my father to be right behind me.

I looked at him and he gave an assuring smile and I only nodded positively while deep down I knew all wasn't well. I watched him drop the remote on the couch and I could only walk upstairs into my room.

I didn't know what I should think anymore.

What if everything that's happened to them would happen to me, what if I'd be killed too, what if they are just being framed and I'll be framed too, what if .....?, what if...?, what if.....?