ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ [𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓭✔]

Chapter 90:"Why?"

-BLAKE-

-It's been a few days already. Didn't even have the motivation to count the days. Haha... Why should I? It's over already.-

I've been spending most of my time in my room. -When was the last time I got out? Who would've known that I would ever feel 'heartbroken'? Losing dad is different. It killed me... while this... Is this how it feels like to lose someone so important to you?...-

"Blake?" I hear Nick calling for me. -Yes, he finally calls me by my name.-

"Come in."

He opens the door, but doesn't walk inside. He has that same look on his face, when he found out that my mom is going to remarry and he had to inform me. -Concern.-

I don't like this feeling. I forcefully stand up and stare at him. "Is something the matter, Nick?"

He seems nervous. His blue eyes never lie to me. "Yes. The FBI is here again." -AGAIN?! WHAT THE FUCK DO THEY WANT!?-

"Why?" I feel the anger boiling inside of me.

"They want to talk to you personally with your mother. They say it is about Mr. Cohen."

I thank him and quickly walk down the stairs. -I swear, I'm going to kill these people if they waste my time again!-

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-CHARLES-

"I knew it from the start." Lynn Anderson, Mr. Cohen's ex-wife, confesses and bites her bottom lip. She's trying her best not to burst into tears.

She's a a gorgeous looking woman and has a really charming personality.
I have to admit, she does look like a female version of Blake. She has a huge baby bump, but it doesn't affect her beautiful face. Seems like Blake is going to be a big brother.

-Speaking of him... Amanda and I are dating. I feel like the luckiest man on earth, but she kinda feels guilty for what she has done. She tries to hide it and sometimes she forgets that I can read people easily. I know, it will take some time to help her get out of it. I hate the fact that this is happening, but I respect her and have to accept that they are part of her life.-

Mr. Miller stares at me for a while and then back to her. "Thank you Ma'am for being honest. We will try our best to stop that psychopath from causing any further trouble. I promise you that." He sends her a comforting smile, making him look less intimidating.

She wipes her tears off and gently smiles back. "No, I thank you."

In that moment, Blake comes marching into the bureau of Mrs. Anderson. He spots me and suddenly changes his face expression. The concern flashes and gets replaced with hatred.

"You! Son of a-" He refers to me and I clench my jaw muscles, as he approaches me.

-Darn it. It is really hard to act matured and calm, when he is around. I'm just doing my damn job! Why does he have to frustrate me?-

"Blake!" His mother warns him, but he already grabsbed me by my jacket's collar.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!... Isn't it enough already, that you stole her from me?!" His bloodshot eyes and the shades around his under bags let me know that he hasn't gotten over it yet. As much as I want to punch him in the face, I let it be. I understand his frustration.

Mrs. Anderson gasps and tries to remove her reckless son's hands off my clothes.

"I'm not here to fight." I calmly say as he tightens his grip, making veins pop out his arms.