Chapter 10

So, this story involves some views that I really don't agree with, can you guess who those views belong to? Well, if you guessed Tyler, you're right!!! Yeah, I totally support gays, I'm gay anyway so it wouldn't make any sense if I didn't support gay people and their rights. Anyway, TYLER'S IDEAS DO NOT REFLECT MY OWN!!! And also, I don't own anything Charlie and the chocolate factory- related; it's all from Roald Dahl. Anyways, enjoy!

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Chapter 10: Tyler's POV, Monday afternoon, after the bell for school ending has just rung

I chuckled to myself as I walked out of my last class for the day, knowing that I was in the clear with a full access pass to Kent's bank account. Score! I guess I should be nicer to him since he said that he would take me to the mall tomorrow...yeah, like that's ever going to happen!

Geez, you kiss a homo one fucking time, and then they get all clingy on you. Gross...I don't even like guys, I just want Kent's money.

Sure, some people call me a gold-digger, or a materialistic bastard, but does it really matter when I'll be the one laughing it up because I know how to take advantage of some naïve gay guy and his bottomless wallet?

And some of my friends said that I was crazy....

I walked up to my car to see a letter folded and placed carefully onto the windshield, underneath the windshield wipers. I cautiously removed the piece of gray paper and scanned the area, seeing if the person who had left it on my car was nearby so that I could beat them to a bloody pulp if this was some kind of joke that belonged on Punk'd. Damn, did I hate Ashton Kutcher, he acts like he's a little kid sometimes; he's not, he's like, thirty or something like that. Grow up, dude.

When I opened the letter and read it to myself, I merely laughed at the paper and its meaningless words viciously scribbled on the paper. It read:

Dear Bastard,

If you're reading this, then good, I placed it on the right car, but then again, it's not that hard to find yours really; just look for the one with complaints about how small your dick is and the backseat full of books on how to tell your parents that you're gay.

I stopped reading the letter just long enough for me to roll my eyes at this person's clear attempt to make me feel bad. So far, this person wasn't succeeding at all, in fact, they were giving me a good laugh because of how stupid this person was to mess with me. I continued reading the letter:

Anyway, I just thought I should let you know that he will eventually see you for what you are: a horrible, lying, manipulative, cheating, and conniving guy who will be punished rightfully for harming him. I just thought that I should warn you for your immanent future and be a nice person, unlike you. If you care to see who actually had enough balls to stand up to you, meet me at the abandoned old warehouse only three miles East of the school on Wednesday at ten o'clock at night; you know the one where you first had sex with a girl...and her boyfriend at the time? Shocker much? Wondering how I found out, now are you? Well, let's just say that I have my sources, and I'm very thorough with learning what I need to learn. Can't wait to see you Wednesday night, Tyler. ;)

~You'll see if you're man enough....

P.S. If you bring anyone or tell anyone else about this letter, I'll release such a huge secret, it'll shatter any, and by that I mean not much at all since you never had much anyway, respect and trust for you ever again. And don't think you can get away with it , or anything else for that matter, if you try and pull anything funny; I'll just make your punishment one-thousand times worse than it already is, and you don't want that, do you, Ty-Ty? Hasta luego....

My fists were crunching the paper at the mention of my first girlfriend's nickname for me. I hated her so much because she ruined all of my trust because she broke up with me for no reason, and so now, I hat anyone with the name Jacqueline, or any nickname of Jacqueline as well. How the hell did this guy know that about me?

The fact that this guy, I assumed it was a guy by the sloppy scribbles which held the message that I had just read, was able to find out so much about me freaked me out; could he actually be dangerous? I then took out a small scrap piece of paper and wrote a small reminder on it that read: Bring Dad's gun on Wednesday night.

I'll be ready for whatever this guy was about to throw at me; I wasn't going to let one spilled secret ruin the amazing reputation that I had worked so hard for in my entire lifetime.

Fuck the guy who tells me how to live my own damn life, if anyone's giving the orders about other people, I'll be damned it it isn't me.

-Paul's POV: Monday evening, at Kent's house, a bit before dinner-

I was really excited for tonight; Mr. and Mrs. Whitman had told me that there would be a special guest coming over tonight for dinner. I was in my room, making my bed before the guest arrived. When I paused after making my bed since I wasn't sure what to do until the guest had arrived, I let my fingers trace my big brother's name on the bracelet that he had given me.

I immediately froze as I felt tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I could remember Cole telling me to be a big boy and not cry for us being so separated, but it was so hard! I loved my brother; he was smart, sweet, kind, funny, took care of me really well, and most importantly, he loved me like Daddy never did. I really looked up to my brother, and since I didn't have him around me anymore, I felt lost; like I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do in life anymore....

So, I sat in my room reading one of Cole's favorite books that he had given me before he left: Charlie and he Chocolate Factory. I remember why he liked it so much too, since I had asked him a few years ago, just after mommy had died.

-Flashback: Approximately three years ago, Paul's POV, in Cole's room-

I walked into Cole's room to see him reading a book with a colorful cover page. I was kind of shocked; Cole told me that he didn't like to read. So why was he reading now?

I walked up to him to ask him that question. “Big big brother, why are you reading when you the reading? Was this some kind of homework for an English class or something?”

Cole set his book down after sticking a small piece of paper on the page he was reading. “No, Paul, surprising as it may be, I'm reading this book because I want to, not because anyone is making me,” Cole lifted me onto the space next to him on his bed. “I really like the message get from reading this story, I-”

“Why?” I interrupted. “What's so great about it?”

“Well, it's about a young, poor boy with a very loving family, but not a lot of money, and the boy loves a certain type of candy maker,” I could just picture a young boy wanting candy more than anything in the world; it really wasn't hard, I just thought of myself. Cole continued to explain how the boy heard of a competition from the candy maker's factory, and how a golden ticket was somewhere in the world, and how he eventually found one and got to go inside of the factory. And one by one, the other children were sent away for being naughty, until the poor boy was left. And at the end of the story, the boy found out that the golden ticket was a competition to see who would inherit the factory, and only the best and most well-behaved child would win, and the poor boy won.

“What does that have to the message?” I was still completely confused....

Cole merely chuckled a bit. “I really like it because it shows how someone with nothing can go on to have the best thing in the world just because they are good people at heart. And do you want to know who the young boy reminds me of, Paul?”

“Who?” I asked excitedly, not knowing who my brother would have such high hopes for at such a young age.

“You, Paul,” Cole said, patting my head. “It's because I see you as someone who has so much potential, who is so nice to everyone, and someone who deserves a good break, since I can't give you any of that stuff. I really wish that I could, though,” Cole sounded sad that he couldn't give me a factory, so it was from then on that I decided to make my brother proud of me by making him believe that I was that little poor boy who may not have had much, but had a bright future and got an amazing gift because of his kind personality.

-Present-day: Paul's POV, Monday evening, a few minutes before dinner-

I was fixing my shirt before dinner since Mrs. Whitman told me to dress nicely for this dinner, when I heard a doorbell ring echo in the hallway and travel up to my room.

I quickly ran downstairs to see who this special person was. When I saw the person, I ran to hug him as tight as I possibly could and fell to the ground because I was filled with excitement and happiness.

“Cole!” I cried, clinging onto my brother as he slowly pulled me to my feet and squatted down to meet me at eye level, and then he did something that I never thought that I'd ever see my brother do: he cried, only a few tears, but they were definitely there, into my shoulder as he gave me the tightest hug in the world.

“Paul,” Cole whimpered as I felt warm liquid cover my shoulder. “You don't know how much I've missed you. It hurt so much when I wasn't with you,”

“Me too, big brother, me too,” I said as, for the first time, I was consoling my brother by gently rubbing his back as he continued to hold me.

He eventually stood back up to his very tall frame and hugged the Whitmans and Kent too.

We all walked to the table which was covered in all sorts of food and decorations as we all sat down in a fine, wooded chair. I made sure that I was sitting next to Cole.

As I looked around, I pictured that this was what a real family looked like; not a single care in the world about anything else except each other; just love and happiness.

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Aww, Cole and Kent are reunited for now! Well, this was a fun little insight into the psychotic mind of Tyler. Maybe you'll hat him more now (that was my main goal anyways)!

So, as usual, please vote and comment! Bye!

~Michael