Bab 166: Chapter 163
AUSTIN'S POV
Despite how hard I tried,I couldn't sleep. There were too many thoughts in my head and it was impossible for me to sort them all out no matter how hard I tried. It wasn't even about my bike. I admit I was still super mad about that but it wasn't really a huge deal. I just had to wait a few days and it would be as good as new. My main concern had to do with Chris, he had most likely been behind it. And I wouldn't have normally cared for how he felt, but after what Miles had told me, it was clear that I needed to be more concerned about the entire thing. It wasn't some light matter that would just blow over with time.
I blamed myself for having decided to help him out in the first place. It was all my fault that there was now a seriously mentally ill person striving to make our lives difficult. And now I had to constantly worry about Kyle, whether he was okay whenever I wasn't with him.
He had been holding onto me but he finally let go and rolled over to the side, taking all the covers and blankets with him as he was prone to doing on most nights. Sometimes he'd be completely still and wouldn't move at all, then the next night he'd just writh and turn nonstop. I couldn't really see him because of the darkness, and although I wanted to reach over and touch him, I stopped myself. There was no need to disturb him while he was sleeping.
Plus he had seemed as if there was something in his mind as well. I hadn't asked because I really hadn't been in the perfect state to do so, but if he was still as restless the following day then I was going to make him tell me.
Realizing that there was no hope for me getting any sleep, I silently got off the bed and walked over to the door. Taking a few minutes to carefully unlock it before I headed to the living room and propped myself down on the couch.
Closing my eyes, I once again recalled what Miles had told me. Apparently, his friend from Phoenix had finally gotten back to him. The one that was supposed to get us some info on how Chris's state was back there and whether that guy he had beat up was okay. I had assumed that the girl didn't really wanna help because of how long she had taken to get back to him, but she had finally done so. She had called Miles like five times but his phone had died so he hadn't been able to talk to her. And when he finally charged his phone, it was to find a text telling him to call her back as soon as he got the message. Which he had done.
The guy was literally dead! As in gone... deceased, whichever word that meant he would never breathe again. He had died like thirty minutes after being taken to the hospital, which meant that Chris was wanted for actual murder. According to the girl, everything was still crazy back there and a prize had even been offered for whoever could tip the cops off on where Chris was. I personally hated Phil, he had been one of those guys who I always just wanted to punch, but he didn't deserve that.
And knowing that Chris was behind it just made me feel a thousand times worse. But the worst part was that some guys had actually seen him in the act and ran to stop him, but he had fought them off as well just because he wanted to finish off what he had started. Just how twisted was he though?
It made me wonder whether I was also capable of doing something of the sort. We were really alike. And under numerous circumstances, I was also tempted to do some pretty crazy shit when I was mad. And now I couldn't stop thinking about many times I had just causally said I felt like strangling someone. In my mind, I had never really meant it literally, but what if I actually had?
From the outside, Chris didn't seem at all like the type of guy who could do such a thing. He was sixteen for crying out loud. If anything he seemed like a pretty normal and everyday teenager...and so did I.
I didn't want to be thinking like that but I just couldn't help it. And I blamed myself for having just helped him out without finding out the actual facts first. I saw the laptop I had gifted Kyle on the table and I took it, then I did some deep web search to see whether I could find anything about the case on the internet. There had to be something, if the issue was as serious as Miles' friend claimed it was then there had to be information concerning it. And there was.
The first thing I found was a clip of Phil's family asking anyone with information to come forward. I couldn't even watch all of it because it made me feel sick. I felt responsible in a way. Especially when I found some pics of the Virgil the students at his school had organized. Chris had done that. He had taken someone's life and then proceeded to run off without a care. And instead of being freaked out about the entire thing, he was mad because I was with Kyle. It was as if he had completely forgotten about Phil and was just living his life as normal. After I did some more research, I couldn't stand to watch anything else, so I just deleted the search history and placed the laptop aside again.
I hated that feeling! It was robbing me of all the peace I had and leaving me feeling guilty and tensed. There were just nerves crawling through my entire body and I had no clue what I was supposed to do to solve things. I was awful when it came to tackling such situations.
Miles had been extremely concerned. He had advised me to just try and think things through tonight and then figure out what I ought to do. But that advice was hardly helpful. I couldn't think. And it had been so long since I felt that helpless. But I was mostly just worried about Kyle. Chris was dangerous and unpredictable, and he had made it obvious that he wasn't too fond of Kyle. Meaning that I couldn't ever let Kyle out of my sight.
He was my life. If anything bad happened to him then I was going to do to Chris the same thing he had done to Phil, and there would be utterly no regret. That was the pure truth. He could mess with me however he wished, but if he dared to try anything with Kyle he was going to really regret it. I could be calm and reasonable about anything else, he could even destroy my bike completely if he wanted to and I'd still be able to think reasonably. But the second he tried to involve Kyle in his schemes I'd forget about what was right and wrong and just deal with things how I felt like dealing with them. Blowing out a breath, I roughly combed my fingers through my hair and laid back against the couch.
And after some minutes passed I decided to go back to bed, but then I heard Kyle's footsteps approach from his room and I remained still. He showed up seconds later,his eyes still narrowed and filled with drowsiness. His hair was all messy and wild and he looked like he was half-asleep and half-confused. He looked directly at me, but it was as if he couldn't even see me clearly, then without saying a word he came over to the couch and laid down, facing the side with his head on my lap. He didn't even say anything, and when I looked over I found his eyes closed and his breathing even. And I assumed he had just gone back to sleep,but then he spoke.
" What're you doing here all alone?" He asked. His voice that same raspy sound he made early in the morning. It was just his sleepy voice but I liked it. I however, didn't know what to say, so I just rubbed my hand over his bare arm and struggled to find a response.
" Are you okay? " He then asked. I knew I had to tell him the truth at some point, but that just didn't feel like the right time. Perhaps the following day when he was fully awake and aware of what was going on around him. And I was about to assure him that it was nothing and I was just sleepless when he once again beat me to it and talked..
" Don't lie, I can sense a lie coming through, "
It was spoken in the same lazy tone but I felt the hidden seriousness behind those words. His eyes were still closed and he didn't even seem like he was aware of what was going on, but I knew his mind was entirely alert and he'd recall everything we talked about in the morning. Because he was brilliant and observant as well.
" Don't tell me your poor injured bike is giving you sleepless nights, "
The plain and dry way he said that made my lips curve up unintentionally. But I also realized that he wasn't going to accept anything other than the truth.
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