#ha.plotdrop

Can you tell me about Dante’s death?

What happened that day? What were you doing?

Where were you when you found out about his death?

Since then, what has happened?

How have things been with you and family and friends?

“Ajax, wait for me!” The soft spoken brunette was aware that it was a complete waste of time to get Dante’s dog to listen to her, but heaven knows that didn’t stop her from trying. Dogs really did take after their owners, after all, and she had found herself missing Dante’s traits. Yes, even the negative ones, like his stubborness and severe lack of impulse control, harmful traits that would later on cause for his life to end abruptly. 

Almost five months had passed, yet it felt like it was just yesterday when her parents sat her down and told her about the car accident, a defining moment she had played in her head countless of times afterward, almost like a movie. There was a part of her that was still in denial about him being gone. Even though the two of them couldn’t be more different if they tried, even though she was destined to be in his shadow for an eternity, he was her twin, her ‘wombmate’, and they shared a bond that could never be broken.

Until it did. 

“Ajax, just slow d— What on earth?” Brown doe eyes grew wide as saucers as she watched two policemen leave her house, one of them flashing her a sad, but sympathetic smile before stepping into their vehicle. A type of smile she recognizes, because it’s how most people ‘greeted’ nowadays, ever since her brother died. The brunette stood frozen to her spot as she watched the car drive off, then waited, and waited... she didn’t know what she was waiting for, but it felt like time had just stopped. 

The only thing that manages to snap her out of her trance is the deep voice of her father, demanding her to get inside right this instant, before the neighbours started making assumptions. She has half a mind to ask him what kind of assumptions he’d think they make, but decides against it. “Dad, why—” Diego Alvares gestures for the girl to be quiet, and tells her to sit down with her mother in the living room. She wonders if her father will join them in this conversation, that was reminding her so vividly of that other conversation, but the loud sound of the front door being slammed shut quickly puts an end to the hope that her father would comfort her upon hearing ‘the bad news’.

“They’re re-investigating the accident.” Her mother’s voice is cold, devoid of any emotion, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary, because the warm, loving mother act was only ever performed when they were among other people. 

“....Why?” Silence.

“Madre, por—”

“Because they suspect that your brother was murdered, Luciana.”

Murdered.  

“No...”

“Someone at the police department was paid to swipe it under the rug. Your father is handling it.” 

“No, no, no, no!”

“Control yourself, Luciana Maria Alvares!” her mother snapped, narrowing her gaze at the young girl. “This will be all over the news soon, and we need to prepare ourselves for that.”

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

The now is the time text from D came right after the prom Queen and King were announced. Despite the turn the evening took, Alek made a decision and he was sticking to it. While everyone was busy whispering among themselves about a member of the Nietzsches being crowned prom King and Juliet as prom queen, neither who ran for the titles, and speculating on who was behind the results sabotage, he took the opportunity to go up to the stage and tapped on the mic to get everyone’s attention after taking it from Leonard’s hands. His next move was supposed to be to humiliate the newly crowned prom King, it was his choice to throw him under the bus to protect one of his arch-nemesis, but neither were getting exposed tonight. Tonight, Alek was doing as he pleased. He was no one’s lapdog. 

“Congratulations to both of you,” he started and looked at the crowd to make sure everyone was listening attentively. “There’s something I’d like to say and now seems like just the right time to reminisce, wouldn’t you say. Months ago, I had an interesting run in Golden Boy at the library. He was writing in a notebook, nothing weird so far, right?” He threw the Windsor clique a pointed look, to one person in particular. “He was writing about a dear friend of his, still nothing weird. The what he was writing about is where it gets interesting. He had information on aforementioned friend, personal ones they would not want anybody to know and that could only be acquired through spying and stalking. To make matters worse, they weren’t the only person targeted in that notebook. Every single junior was. All of our deepest and darkest secrets were spread there, written on black and white. Curiosity got the best of me and I borrowed it, it wasn’t my brightest moment I admit, but before I knew it it was swiped right under my nose. I can’t help but wonder who got their hands on it afterwards, mhm. Could it be our mysterious but cowardly friend D?” 

Friday the 12th. It was the day after Dante’s memorial service at our school. Thoughts of my classmates crying over the loss of their king still lingered in my mind as my mother fixed the crooked tie of my school uniform for me, and made me promise for the umpteenth time that I will never text and drive like that idiot did.

I remembered my classmates’ speeches, and how I nearly threw up in my mouth after hearing all those lies. They went on and on, talking about what a great guy Dante was, the best, especially that fake little friend group of his, The Windsors. The so-called royalty of Houghton. Personally, I think the Sinister Six or the Houghton Mob is a better fitting nickname for those soulless snakes. I honestly don’t know who’s worse, the Windsors, or the mindless sheep that follow them around. 

“Thou shalt not worship false idols.” Dante Alvares couldn’t even save himself from the hellfire, so, what makes them think he can save them?

God, I hate them all so much, but they’ll get what’s coming to them. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.