[Justin]

I went upstairs to my room to take a nap. I was tired and anxious because I was still thinking of who could've possibly know that.

The thought of going to jail once again and this time for an unlimited amount of time scared me.

I woke up after having a nightmare, in it people kept shouting at me calling me a murder, and it brought me back memories of being homeless and how my mother's boyfriends used to treat me.

I couldn't take it anymore... at least not by myself, I had to tell someone.

I knocked on the door but there was no response, I thought Clay might've fallen asleep like I did. I was wrong, he opened the door. Messy hair, wearing a T-Shirt and only on his boxers.

"Im sorry I didn't open the door right away, im playing PUBG and I had to hide in a bush so I wouldn't get killed".

"First of all, YOU WERE SICK LITERALLY HOURS AGO GO PUT ON SOME CLOTHES." I said in a distressed and "caring" angry timber, acting as if i was his mother.

"Im better now, thanks for worrying!" He chuckled. "By the way, why were you knocking on the door, do you need anything?"

I didn't want to bother him specially while he was playing a video game, because this conversation would take some time and I couldn't tell him in a span of a mere minute. "Im sorry, it wasnt anything".

I lowered my head and my eyes started filling in with tears, I knew it wasn't his fault but I just really needed someone to talk.

I turned away and started walking back to my room. Clay grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me towards him and hugging me.

At that time I was so frail that I just shattered. I cried hysterically. My pain could be felt every time I cried and sobbed. Echoes of pain filled the walls of this house. Even before I cried, they had already echoed through Clay's heart. He knew something was up.

"Are you okay? Im here..." he said in a consoling tone as he whispered those words of concern in my ear.

"I-Im so-sorry" I sobbed.

"Its just a game, you're more important than a game, so tell me what's happening, why are you crying? I've never seen you like this"

I could feel the genuine concern and worry in his voice. It made me even more emotional because whenever I was sad my mom didn't really care about it. Even as a teenager I couldn't cry because the crew I used to hang out with were probably gonna call me a "pussy" for crying or simply by showing any kinda of emotions.

I couldn't answer him. I felt my throat closing. The words were trapped in my throat, locked in my lips, they weren't gonna leave anytime soon. I just cried, and sobbed in his arms until I eventually calmed down.

"Im gonna grab a cup of water, wait here" Clay said as he sat me on his bed.

He came back rapidly and handed me the cup of water. "There you go" he said as I drank the water. For some reason I felt ashamed "Im sorry you had to see me this way.

Before I could say anything else he hit my forehead with his finger. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR" I confusingly questioned him.

"You seriously have a problem with the word sorry, stop saying sorry you didn't do anything wrong".

Perhaps he was right, after all I was emotionally abused for along time, along with the physical abuse. Maybe the word "sorry" was engraved in my brain from all that trauma.

"I need to tell you something Clay... and there isn't a right way to tell you this. I received a message saying "murdered ur next" and im worried" I said, as I showed him the message.

He laughed and said "are you really that worried about a random person telling you this? its probably just a stupid prank".

I got mad at Clay and I shouted "NO CLAY... YOU DONT UNDERSTAND, I-" I began to cry once again.

"Just PLEASE tell me what is going on" Clay asked.

I needed to get those words out of me and there wasn't any other way I could say it, so I just shouted.

"I KILLED SOMEONE CLAY."

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Im still not back I just decided to update. I dont know if I will ever be back because I messed up, BIG TIME. I got some nasty DMS on Twitter saying that I support incest, WHICH I DONT. I know Clay and Justin are brother, but keep in mind that I thought of this "book" before I watched the last episode of 13 Reasons Why Season 2, where they announced that they were gonna be brothers. I dont support incest at all, and please see this fan fiction as something that happened WITHOUT that "brother" part and whole adoption matter.