Warmness on the soul

*Brian’s P.O.V.*

I still hold the gun in Aidan’s direction when he was already lying on the floor, finally dead. Well I couldn’t count myself happy of what I did but I wasn’t really feeling guilty about that either. That bastard harassed my girlfriend and now even kidnapped me for his sick fantasies.
He didn’t fear about killing someone, so neither was I. I always carried the gun around me since a few months, just for my own protection. Right now I wasn’t seeing any other solution than using it. Since he was busy with Joana on the phone I used my opportunity.
While Matt was still staring at me like I was a weird person the others were already trying to cover the dead body.

“What have you been doing?” he whispered to me.

“It needed to be done unless you wanted to leave the studio in a coffin” I angrily said, turning myself away from him.

“You know that you can go to jail when that gets out.”

“But I won’t get out, did you hear me?” I didn’t bother to turn around.

“Brian is right” Zacky now joined the conversation “That man was an idiot. He was spreading lies on the internet and was about to kill us. He had absolutely no qualms. We still make that look like suicide since he already hold his own gun. No one will say anything to anyone.”

I was happy that at least one friend was backing me up. I know that Matt was shocked as everyone here and maybe just try to be realistic, but that guy needed an end like that.

“Thanks” I tried to smile a little and then unlocked all the doors again.

I had to get out of here, just far away from Aidan. Right now I didn’t want anything else than being with Joana, spending some time wither and not thinking about me killing that monster.

*Joana’s P.O.V.*

I didn’t do anything than walking towards to the studio. Since I was hearing the shot on the radio I couldn’t think of anything else than how Brian was. It wasn’t like that I didn’t care about the other boys, they were some kind of important to me too, but Brian was my partner. Of course he was on a higher priority than anyone else.
Even some of my friends didn’t get that much attention by me, even they might have deserved it. But Brian went through a lot with me, not that we had been a couple since high school, no he was even a great friend to me. No matter if he stand up for me against the bullies at high school, helped me by learning something on the guitar or offered me the shoulder to cry on. I could fully count on him and I shouldn’t have done the stupid mistake by running away. Gwen was the one that talked to me over and over again that I didn’t deserve someone like him, that I deserved better things. And after I didn’t want to listen at her, she called him a cheater. At the start I was believing that rumor. Of course he was really attractive and there wasn’t probably any girl in this world that wouldn’t try her chances with him, but there was something else that bothered me. Something that hurt me more than the thought of him betraying me. I would like to talk to him about it, if I still got the chance.
I didn’t like the idea of finding Brian lying dead on the floor.

But rather seeing him on the floor I saw him walking towards me. Indeed I was relieved by the fact but then I asked myself again, who got shot?!

“What happened? Where are the others?” I panicked a little but Brian pulled me into his arms instead of giving me any answers.

“It’s over” I felt his breath close to my ear.

I should be happy that he was alive, but I couldn’t bounce for joy when I’ve had absolutely no idea what happened to the rest, especially in Aidan’s case. I brushed him away from me. I wanted answers before I could focus on anything else.

“Where are they?” I repeated slowly and emphasized every single word.

“They are all ok. Aidan killed himself” he told me like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Why?”

I couldn’t really believe that. It was too absurd that this could be actually true. First he kidnapped them, explained his weird rules live on the radio and then he just kills himself?! That was a really happy-ending for a fairy tale maybe, but real life looked a bit different.

“He didn’t really explain much about it and I actually don’t care. Just believe me. You can ask anybody else. He might hold the gun in my position but then placed it on his head before he pulled the trigger. The horror story finally found its end. I think he just used us for his audience. Aidan liked being in the center of attention.”

He stroked my arm while speaking to me but my mind struggled to accept that. First I wanted to his body to believe he was really death. I couldn’t calm myself but shouldn’t I be happy to finally live free without all the terror?! That I finally could be happy with Brian?! To be honest I wasn’t even close to happiness. It was bad how it all ended.

“Let’s go home” he formed with his lips without really speaking.

I nodded only and went back to the car. I needed plenty of time to realize of what happened today and some peace.

~*~

Days later it all seemed normal again. I finally accepted that he killed himself and went on with my busy life. Though I broke a promise. Brian asked me over and over again to not to talk to anyone else about Aidan’s death, even it was on the news. I really didn’t get why that even mattered. I mean anyone else knew it and people knowing me knew that I dated once Aidan. I had to speak to someone when he was busy with his boys or hanging around in bars.
I couldn’t really figure out what it was but he changed. We listeners could just hear what he said when the show was on air, but what happened when the microphone was turned off and the music played?! Who really could if not one of them?! Either they were ignoring my questions or tried to explain that everything is over and I should start living in the past.
I was too worried for that. I barely was sleeping in the night or I could focus on something but something told me that this story wasn’t really over yet.

*Brian’s P.O.V.*

“How long do we want to do this until you finally play it right” the producer bawled at me.

“Sorry” I shook my head and tried to look back on the guitar tabs.

It was actually so simple but I couldn’t get that done. While I was playing miserable the other guys placed themselves around me, watching and finally waiting to continue with the work on our album. Joana was missing and not only because of her support. The guys supported me the same, but her aura was different than to these guys. He couldn’t describe it to himself, but he was feeling like he would be playing at home, at some quiet place and no one is around him than her. Brian couldn’t forget anything around him as long as she was in the same room.
Though since that day I couldn’t look her straight into the eye anymore. I felt guilty by lying at her. Everyone knew that I had killed him, maybe even the police did after they started some investigations. I stopped counting how many nights I woke up soak with sweat. It was like Aidan was following me even in my dreams, making me feel guilty of what I had done. I don’t know how long I could keep this as my secret.

“Steve, haven’t you realized that Mr. Haner is just missing his love?” Johnny screamed from the corner, trying to make me look like a desperate teenager.

“We need to continue now” Steve spoke in a serious tune until he rolled with his eyes as soon as my phone started to ring.

I apologized and I just wanted to turn it off when I saw the message. The person had sent me a message via WhatsApp.

‘You are going to suffer.’

Was that kind of a prank?! Or does that person really know what happened inside the studios? I got frightened about this whole stuff. Should I go to the police or try to ignore all these messages?

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