Chapter 3

Outside the house. Everyone was devastated. Mariana couldn't stand on her feet. She was affected the most. Jude was being held by Callie, both silently crying. They've never been so sad in their lives. Brandon was sitting on the ground along with Mariana.

"I can't believe that's Jesus..." said Mariana, looking at Jesus's corpse being carried to the back of the coroner's van.

"I know... I miss him, too..."

Brandon bursted out crying. Stef and Lena were hysterically crying.

Mike got out from the police car and ran to Stef, hugging her. He was close to crying, too.

With tears pouring from her eyes like a rain, Callie watched as the van drove away.

"Stef... I'm so sorry for Jesus..." said Mike.

But Stef couldn't hear anything anymore. It was like the whole world was upside down for them from now on. But then Stef said:

"It's my fault."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes it is! I couldn't get up in time to save him!"

Callie went to Stef.

"Didn't you hear us screaming?!"

Stef looked at Callie with teary eyes. Stef felt guilty.

"Two glasses of wine and an Ambien. I didn't hear anything."

Mike said:

"Look, it's nobody's fault. That bastard planned that for sure so Jesus would've died anyway."

Mike tried to console everyone somehow. But he failed to do so. He made things worse. Then he continued:

"I'll try to locate Daria's phone and find the person that called Jude. Don't worry."

Stef nodded, saddened. Destroyed. Mike hugged her again. An intense moment. Lena couldn't help herself but cry.

Callie wiped her tears and sat along with Brandon and Mariana. They both looked at her. All their faces were red from crying.

Brandon embraced Callie, supportive. Consoling. Callie appreciated it. She didn't want to leave from his arms too soon. Callie said:

"Jude almost died tonight. Jesus couldn't make it. I feel SO guilty for not waking up earlier. Maybe if I did, Jesus would've been alive."

"Nonsense. There was nothing that you could've done. Dad's right. Jesus would've been dead either way." said Brandon.

Mariana erupted:

"NO, HE WOULDN'T! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING THERE?! ARE YOU ALL CRAZY?! THIS ISN'T A FREAKING MOVIE! THIS IS REAL LIFE! UNLESS WE WAKE UP AND STOP ACTING LIKE THIS IS JUST A HORROR MOVIE, WE WILL ALL END UP DEAD. AND WE WILL DESERVE IT!"

Everyone looked at Mariana. Her words hit everyone very much. But Mariana wasn't done:

"UNLESS WE WON'T CATCH THIS PSYCHOPATH AS SOON AS POSSIBLE WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE! I NEED TO KNOW WHO KILLED JESUS!"

Callie tried to control herself from crying again, trying to be confident.

"We all want to. Don't worry, everything's going to be okay."

But Mariana's face was less than pleasant.

"THAT'S WHAT THEY ALL SAY! AND IT'S NEVER TRUE! I'M SO TIRED OF YOU ALL! YOU KEEP TALKING AND PROMISING PEACE AND EVERYTHING, WITHOUT ACTUALLY TRYING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!"

Callie hugged Mariana. Callie was crying again.

The next morning, nobody was in the mood for anything. Jesus's death hit everyone hardly, especially Mariana. They couldn't sleep that night. They just couldn't believe that that happened. It was a stormy morning. They were all sitting in the kitchen, along with Mike. They spent the night looking at pictures of Jesus and at videos with him and Mariana as children. Mariana couldn't watch.

Suddenly, a knock on the door. Lena went to it. She cleared her throat and opened the door.

It was Emma, Jesus's girlfriend, her face red and wet of tears. She heard about it, too.

Lena let her inside, without saying anything. Emma entered the kitchen. Everybody looked at her.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." she politely said.

Stef nodded and began to cry again. She covered her face with her hands. Jude looked down with dark circles under his eyes. Emma joined them and they all began to cry again. Mariana was happy to see her. She hugged her.

Suddenly, Jude's cell phone rang. Jude gasped. Everyone looked at him. Even Emma. "Unknown".

"It's him." said Jude, panicking.

Mike took away his phone.

"I get it." He put the phone on speaker. "Hello?"

The line went dead.

Everyone shared confused looks with each other. Mike gave Jude his phone back. Just then, Jude received a message from an unknown person. He looked at the message. "No cops or I'll gut someone you love." Jude's eyes widened, looking at Stef and Mike worried.

In the afternoon, everyone was at school, even though they thought of not going that day. Mariana was at her locker. She saw Jesus's locker. Mariana controlled herself from crying again.

Just then, a girl approached to her. She turned around, seeing Hayley with a bitchy smile on her face.

"What do you want?"

"I heard about your brother. I'm sooo sorry!" Hayley wiped a fake tear.

"You fake bitch, go away from me!"

"Now now, watch your language Mariana. You have no power against me. I can destroy you. Make you suffer. Make you regret that you exist."

Mariana looked into the depth of Hayley's eyes with rage and anger. Emma went to them.

"Girls, what's going on?"

"Nothing. We are good." said Mariana.

She went away. Emma looked at Hayley, that smiled and left. Emma watched her as she entered her classroom.

After literature, Jude went to his locker. Connor came to him. Connor hugged him, speechless. Jude appreciated it. Then Connor looked into Jude's eyes.

"I'm sorry about Jesus."

Jude teared. He sighed.

"He was a nice brother to me. To everyone."

"Yeah. I know."

They hugged again.

After school, Jude was inside his room with Taylor and Connor. Taylor was searching Jude's DVD shelf. Connor was laying with him in bed, holding him. Taylor asked:

"Hey, what about 'When A Stranger Calls'? The original one. Remakes suck ass."

"No, I'm sorry. Not after what happened these days." said Jude.

Taylor said:

"You're right. I quess we'll watch a romantic comedy or something then."

"What if we watch news?"

Connor and Taylor looked at Jude. WTF?!

"What? They're fun."

"Um... nobody watches news anymore." said Taylor.

Connor rolled his eyes with a smile and kissed Jude.

"Ew. Do that again and I'll get the fuck outta here."

Connor laughed and said:

"I'm sorry. I just can't resist."

Taylor scoffed with a bit of jealousy.

Callie sat up on the bed. She heard a noise coming from the window. She peeked out.

"Hello?"

Just then, WYATT APPEARED.

Callie gasped.

"Wyatt! Oh my God, don't do that again!"

Callie helped him enter the room.

"What are you doing here?!"

"I just wanted to make sure that you're okay. After what happened with..."

Wyatt reconsidered and left the idea. Callie understood him. She nodded.

"Look, Wyatt, you shouldn't be here. My mom can go here anytime."

"I just wanted to make sure that you trust me."

"I trust you, Wyatt."

Wyatt smiled, caressing her hair gently. Callie smiled, too. Wyatt nervously asked:

"So, um... What about... us?" Callie looked at him.

"Wyatt..."

Someone knocked on the door quickly. Opened it. It was Jude.

"Callie, are you... oh. I'm sorry."

"No, it's alright, Jude." said Callie.

She looked at Wyatt, that shook his head and left from where he came.

"What's wrong?"

"Something happened."

Callie looked at Jude with curiosity.

"Turn on the TV."

Callie did so. She hit the volume button. On the TV screen, a news reporter appeared.

"A suspect is now in custody."

Callie and Jude shared a look.

Meanwhile, Stef and Mike were interrogating Mr. Timothy.

"This is crazy. Someone put that phone in my trunk. I have nothing to do with Daria's disappearance."

"How are we so sure?" asked Mike with severity.

"Look, I'm getting really nervous here. I didn't do anything."

"And if you didn't call Jude, then who would do that?"

"I-I don't know! Isn't it obvious? I'm being framed. I didn't do it."

Mike didn't seem convinced by his words. Stef whispered to him:

"Mike, can we talk for a second?"

Mike agreed and they left the interrogation room, staying right in front of the door.

"It's clear he didn't do it."

"Why this? The evidence is overwhelming."

"Because the evidence is overwhelming. Seriously, who would put a phone, one voice changer, a mask and a knife inside his own trunk? He is harmless."

Mike looked at Mr. Timothy, that was nervously sitting, trying to remain calm.

"Who do you think is it, then?"

"I don't know. But I assure you that he's innocent. He didn't kill anyone."

Mike looked one more time at Mr. Timothy, and then back at Stef.

"Well we'll see about that."

Mike entered the interrogation room.

A/N: Well that was chapter 3. I know this chapter wasn't too interesting, but I wanted to show you guys how everyone is dealing with the fact that Jesus is dead. I hope you liked chapter 3 and that you hated Hayley. :) Oh, did you think Mr. Timothy was behind the mask?