Liam and Niall lay dead in front of me as Zayn is standing there, knife in hand crying hysterically. I walk over to him, patting his back. "All this madness for nothing" he croaks. I can't help but let out a tear. Liam did protect Arabella, he loved her; not in a girlfriend way, but almost like a sister, a best friend. I can't help but feel how Arabella will feel over the loss of one of her closest friends, one of her best friends' boyfriend.
Foot steps of the unknown man draw closer to where Zayn and I stand and I turn around quickly, more than ready to face him, stronger than me or not. "I'm not going to kill you" he says, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'll help you with the bodies?" He offers. "No" I say bluntly. "Liam deserves a proper burial. You can take care of your own" I point to Niall. He nods, picking up the body. "If police come, please don't say I was here" he pleads. "I don't even know you" I say. He shakes his head, chuckling. What is so amusing about that? "You don't have to know who I am to know what I look like. I won't be surprised if you call the police after I leave. I deserve to go to jail again." He sighs. Again? No wonder he's here helping Niall.
"And honestly, I only did this because Niall gave me money so I could come here and help." He says shaking his head. "I don't even understand why I'm even here. I'm so fucking stupid!" He bashes his fists on the counter. "Sorry" he states. "I'm sorry for all this too" he says again. "Sorry? Do you think sorry is going to fix this?" Zayn finally says. "My best friends since I was in the third grade are dead and all your pathetic ass can say is sorry?" Niall was there friend? There really isn't much I know about any of them.
"Look I just-" "Get out!" I scream. "What?" He asks. "I said get the fuck out! Or I'll call the cops" I threaten. He huffs. "Fine"
