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Chapter 4

Nick's POV

"What?" I asked in astonishment. "My team would never... huh?" To say that this was surprising was putting it lightly.

"I said, Your team, I don't know who personally, but they killed my brother." She said, still sobbing uncontrollably.

I had no idea what to do. Reassure her? Hug her? Keep asking questions? Yeah, let's go with that.

"When? How? .. why?" That was all I managed to choke out as well. To see this poor girl cry made it almost impossible to NOT feel remorse.

"2 years ago. Jonas played my brothers team, the Nighthawks. Championship. My brother, he had the puck, and was ready to score. When some guy came and shoved him down, causing him to break his neck. He died a few hours later, and NO ONE was blamed. Saying it was 'an accident.' No it wasn't a damn accident! Fucking Jonas was upset that they were a few lousy points behind. Well boohoo, you won that game. But I lost my only true friend." She said, or more like yelled, loud and clear.

"So let me get this straight.. a player on the team.. remember a number on the jersey?" I asked curiously.

"Oh I don't know, 30 something? 34, I think that's it." My jaw dropped. That's Joe's jersey number.

"Miley, you're going to hate me for this. But jersey 34, is my brother's. Joe...Jonas." I let my eyes wander off of her, scared of her reaction when she found out I was not only the son of the coach, but that I was brothers with a murderer.

"What? You're a REAL Jonas? Your dad TOLD your brother to do that? All of you are the same!" She screamed, standing up from the table and heading for the door.

I stood up so fast and had that moment of dizziness. After that faded, I ran up behind her and grabbed her wrist, spinning her around.

"Oh no, you got it ALL wrong! We are not all the same. I wouldn't be listening to your story if I was anything like my father. My father, sure he's not the nicest guy, but he would NEVER in a million years tell one of his players to shove another guy into the ice. Joe, well Joe is Joe! I can't explain his actions, I have no clue what goes on in his head!" I said with lots of anger and aggression in my voice, something I did gain from my father.

She was crying harder now. But she was out of tears. It was more of just the heaving thing, and the super nonsteady breathing.

"I swore to my brother at his funeral that I would NEVER associate myself with hockey or anything with the name Jonas. You guys are famous, yeah, I heard of you before I even moved here. I just never took note that the hockey team that practiced here was you! So, sure you may not be like your brother or your dad, but that still doesn't mean I want to be near you. You've got a murderer in your own house!" And with that, she got out of my grasp and stormed out the door to her car. I wasn't going to stop her. I would only stop her if I had a reason to, but I don't. I looked down into my hockey bag and noticed my jersey peeking through. Across in white letters read JONAS. I winced. How could this be? Only one thing to do now, go home and confront Joe. Fast.

Miley's POV.

I drove. I drove with tears in my eyes. I drove with the radio blasting my brother's favorite band, who also just happened to be my favorite as well. And I cried all the way home. My mom was on the front porch, reading a magazine. I got out of the car, and walked up the walkway slowly. My mom knew something was wrong, and she watched me approach her slowly. I sat down next to her, and cried on her shoulder. Instantly, she wrapped her arms around me, not even knowing what happened. I took my head up off her shoulder and said the words I regretted saying, but felt the need to say.

"Mom, we need to move."

"What? Why?"

"Rudy.."

"Your brother? Miley, that was 2 years ago. You need to move on."

"Yeah, and I can't move on living here."

"And why not?"

"The hockey team.. Jonas. Jonas practices at the rink. I see the players EVERY DAY. It will take so much as to not cry while I'm at skating practice. It hurts too much" I said through sobs.

"Miley, I know it hurts. Hell, I lost a son. A son that would grow up and do so many good things. But I have a daughter. Who will grow up and do many MORE good things." She said in her motherly tone.

"But Mom -" She caught me off.

"Miles, go upstairs, take a nap. Forget skating. I'll bring you up some dinner in a few hours." And with that she kissed me on the forehead and ushered me upstairs where she tucked me in and placed another kiss on my forehead. Being 17 might seem like you're ready for adult life, but it never hurts to just get tucked in once and awhile. It makes you feel like nothing is wrong in the world.

Nick's POV

"JOE!" I said opening the front door.

"He's not home," said Frankie, while playing a video game.

"Do you know when he's coming home? Or at least know where he went?" I asked, trying to be civil to my little brother.

"Makaila's house.. I think that's her name. I don't know. You know Joe." He said, not taking his eyes away from the screen.

Makaila. I wonder what number she is on Joe's list. Literally. I ran upstairs to Joe's room to find his notebook that contains all the girls he has dated as well as other things such as their address, number, e-mail, date of birth, and how far he went with each of them. I guess he could plan severe blackmail if he had to. I opened exactly to the page I need. Makaila Warner. 356 North Maple Street. Oh wow, that's barely a few blocks from here. I'll walk there. Then I can drag Joe home literally.

I ran to her house and it took only 4 minutes. Probably would have been shorter if I cut through people's yards. But before I knew it, I was there pounding on the door. A little girl opened up, who looked about Frankie's age.

"Hi, is Joe here?" I asked kindly.

"Yeah, he's with Makaila in the living room. Come on in." She said opening the door wider. I said a small thank you and then walked right in.

"Joe!" I said, sternly.

"Oh hey bro. Makaila, Nick. Vice versa." He said, trying to play everything cool. "What's up? Is the house burning down?"

"No, but-"

"Then I don't care." He said, putting his arm around Makaila.

"No Joe, that's not going to happen." I said, going over to the couch and pulling him off the seat and dragging him outside and towards home.

"What the fuck?" He said, not wanting to push me off because he knew I would put up a fight.

When we got home, I dragged him in the living room and shoved him violently on the couch.

"2 years ago, championship, hockey. What did you do?" I asked, through gritted teeth.

"I scored the winning goal? How in the world am I supposed to remember?" He said, rolling his eyes.

"You took someone's life." I said.

"What? You're going crazy."

"No Joe, I'm not. This girl, she saw my jersey, and burst into tears. She said that a guy with the Jersey 34 shoved her brother, on the opposing team, into the wall head first causing a neck break, that resulted in death." I said, without breathing.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. And now, you made me look bad in front of Makaila! I didn't even say bye!" Wow, HE was mad at ME?

"Dude, you know what you did. I know you do. I can see it in your eyes you know what I'm talking about." I noticed his shoulders slump and his head fall forward.

"Yeah, I know." He said.

"What happened?"

"Oh Nick, come on. You were there! We were losing terribly! -"

"It was only by 4 points." I said, cutting him off.

"Fine, 4 points that I needed to gain back for my team. So, I went a little insane and went around and started shoving people in order to get the puck. Sorry, I went a little overboard with one guy." He said.

"A little? You killed him!" I said, not wanting to believe the words coming out of my mouth.

"I know, I know I did. And after the game, security took me to a back room and questioned me. This was right when he was shipped to the hospital. They asked if what I did was intentional. I said no of course not. They said I would maybe have to do some time in a Juvenile Detention Center, you know, since I was only 17 at the time. But.. I did a bad thing. I bribed them. I told them that this was my first time really hurting someone.. and that I would do all that I could not to do it again. And well, they let me go. Now AFTER that dude was declared dead, they called here at home at like 1am, I got the call since I was on the phone with one of my girlfriends.. and I went on the line and they said they wanted to talk for further questioning. So i snuck out, dad was asking where I was going. I lied and said visiting Mom.. because he let you go out when you were going to see her. So i used that same excuse. I drove to the police station where they questioned me, and somehow, I forget how, but they let me go. Said it wasn't really my fault. That the guy wasn't in best shape in the first place. So I was let off the hook. Dad doesn't know, and I hope he doesn't find out. You are truly the only person I ever told the story to." He said, finally stopping for air.

I was speechless. He knew, and never told me. I couldn't face him right now, so I just went upstairs and slammed the door and despite the fact that it was like 4:30, I went to take a nap, that would probably end up with me sleeping til the next morning.

Miley's POV

I awoke with my mom shaking me offering my dinner. I wasn't hungry, just extremely thirsty. I chugged the glass of water that she brought up with dinner. I glanced at the time. 8:30 pm. Wow a 4 hour nap, but I feel better. I slowly sat up and began eating my late dinner. I forget the last time I had a real home cooked meal. I mostly ate cheap fatty food from the rink's snack bar. But man was this tasty. My mom didn't say anything to me, she just gave me a hug and kissed me on the head and walked out.

A few moments later, my phone began buzzing on my nightstand. I looked at the caller ID. Unknown. I accepted anyway.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Miley? It's Justin." I smiled, the only guy that hasn't pissed me off.

"Hey Justin, what's up?"

"Well, about that dinner. How's tomorrow night?" I smiled again.

"Sure, that sounds great! I need to get out of the house." He laughed.

"Well that's great, pick you up at 7 tomorrow. See ya then." Click.

Great, my life was going to be getting better hopefully from this point on.