Recap: 1 Part 3: Where Legs Rest.
After finding Poppy's room bloody with a single leg on her king sized bed, Timothy gets ready to leave when the it-girls convince him to not call the cops -than unexpectedly his mother shows up looking for Shelby Marshall and finds him there.
Meloni's body is the canvas of the first threat.
A woman is run over in front of the Graham's home and before she passes out, reveals something that might threaten Tiffany and her son.
Timothy reveals he saw what happened and Tiffany convince him not to tell the police -making Timothy suspicious.694Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLJmKIOOqZo
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Timothy stood in front of the basement door, remembering one of his mother's guns attached under the kitchen counter. He walked back to the kitchen -seeked for the revolver and upon finding it remembered the day she came home from her new job when they just situated themselves in Aspen.
She was a kindergarten teacher then -blonde, with green eyes and glasses. He was the nerdy kid at the promiscuous age of fifteen, ashy blonde hair -always wearing dress shirts and chino straight cuts.
It was the best and worst day of his life -it was a total pro that he wouldn't have to spend another day in the ski mountains or the clothes someone had selected for him. That was until he heard the words that his granddad had told him would come someday.
"They found us, Timothy."
He snapped himself out of the bad memory, collected his thoughts and gripped the gun tightly. He went about continuing to the basement and cracked the door slightly open. It was dark and the only light was the neighbour's dim, far lit garden light cracking through the small window that could hardly fit a toddler. He opened the door and pointed the gun in front of him. Silence seized the dark room and the rustic steps creeked with each step he took. A box tumbled over, Timothy twitched in its direction going against his initial plan, to shoot first and ask later -but the cops was outside and his mother had way more legal guns than Hemshore's gun rights permitted.
He took a deep breath and took another step that left him tumbling over, crashing into the grass machine. He grunted in pain, gun still attached to his hand like his life depended on it. He came to his feet quickly remembering his reason for being there in the first place. Timothy reached for the string dangling across his head, pulled on it as light immediately invaded the dark room.
He searched for anything foul and rested his eyes on the farthest corner -the small window was open. The boxes that was once stacked on one another, laid across the old garden equipment and Timothy immediately knew.
"I can shoot or you can show yourself." Silence persisted and there was no movement. "If you don't come out now, I'll pull this trigger so the police can come in here and arrest you. That sound a little better?
He slowly moved to the corner, where he suspected the intruder. "Timothy, please don't shoot me."
He gasped at the soft tone and was more astonished when his suspicions was proven right.
"Mel, why did you break into my house?" Timothy still held the gun in place and if need be, he'd have a good shot right through her head -he thought.
He recalled the day that withered and wondered whether the it crowd had played him for a fool. It could all very well be a trap -they did come up to him one after the other -which now seemed especially weird. That feeling in his stomach emerging so suddenly -that he was sure Jessica had betrayed him and told her friends he was on the cold case of Ashley Greeley before he did -and now that he knew of Poppy, the want to get rid of him too.
"That's my aunt on your front lawn. She..." Meloni began to sob into her palms.
"Or you came here to shut me up before I tell the cops about Ashley Greeley and now Poppy Marshall. I wont make this easy for you Meloni, it's either you or me and it's not going to be me, sweetheart."
"Timothy, I don't care about Ashley or Poppy!" She cried excessively. "There are people coming for me, Isabel said they'd do anything to get me. Timothy I don't want to die!"
Timothy softened, remembering the accident he witnessed minutes earlier and his past and how they had no one to turn to. "Why did she come here? It wasn't by accident she landed on our doorstep, she was on her way here. Tell me why."
"I don't fucking know Timothy, God! Can you just lower the gun already, you're not helping."
"Sorry but I can't Mel. How do I know you're not lying."
"I know after everything that happened today, I've become one of your least trusted people..."
"...what an understatement." He murmured.
"Timothy, you have no reason to trust me but one thing I won't lie about is family. My aunt's been agitated this entire week, she's been lying constantly about her whereabouts and she's been dropping small questions about you and your mom. When I got home, she was like a crazy person talking all sorts of insensible things. She told me to break into your house without anyone knowing. She kept on saying they're coming to take me and Dr Graham is the only person that can help us now."
"Did she say who was coming?"
"No and she refused to too. There's something Isabel and your mom knows -something from their past and I'm afraid it's something bad. Ask your mom Timothy, I need to know what's coming for me."
"Does your friends know anything about this?"
Meloni's eyes grew wide. "I beg of you, Timothy. Please don't tell anybody, especially not my friends. That includes Jess."
He immediately remembered his conversation with Jessica that morning. Whatever happened to the girls of the it-crowd? He thought.
"We're not going to tell my mom about anything you just said, for now and if you don't want to go to jail, you'll do this for me."
"My life is in danger, Timothy!"
"If your aunt didn't tell you what was going on when she knew she could possibly die, it's because she doesn't want you to know. If that really is the case, my mom won't tell me either. We're each others trustees right now Mel, remember -my grandfather was a bad man which means I have contacts. I can help you."
Timothy watched Mel's eyes grow hopeful and fall at once and he immediately lowered the gun. He knew there was more to the it crowd than the eye could meet. Meloni was scared but not solely for the case at hand.
"You can't help any of us, Timothy. I think perhaps I should just go, it won't be fair to drag you into any of this, anyway."
"It seems like every close acquaintances with you girls drags me deeper into something no one wants me to be involved in. I'm already involved, Mel and all I can do now, is offer my help. It would be a shame to see another popular girl disappear. Is that what you want?"
Timothy could see Meloni's tears rolling down her cheeks again, this time he knew they weren't for her aunt and saw it as an opportunity to put his plan into action. "Whoever's been shedding blood, are using you girls to cover for them. That much I already know, Meloni and just like Poppy, who kept shut -you will all die one by one if you don't talk. My offer is on the table until tomorrow at the end of the day, if you still don't want my help, I'll leave you to die. If you do, I promise you -you'll graduate highschool and be gone for good. Your friends don't need to know I'm helping you."
"I'll think about."
"Stay the night. It's too dangerous for you out there and besides, where will you go at this hour?"
Upon no reply, Timothy guided Mel out of the basement. They moved quickly to the staircase, while Tiffany still stood outside talking to the police. He dipped into his room locking it behind Mel.
They stood awkwardly next to each other, staring at his bed. Timothy moved to his closet, retrieved a set of teenage girl pajamas and handed it to Meloni.
"You'll probably be more comfortable in these."
Meloni took the clothing, "So you just happen to have a pair of girl's pajamas in your closet. You coming out anytime soon?"
"They're Jessica's, she left that pair for whenever I need to come to her aid after a wild night -when she's usually trashed and can't go home."
"Right." She said disappearing into Timothy's bathroom.
Graduation was seven months away. Timothy knew he had to find out what happened to Ashley first and if Poppy really was abducted. The girls was probably going away after that and his plan was to get close to them. What better way to find out what was going on than the inside, moving in at their most vulnerable time. He was willing to do whatever it takes -no matter what the cause. He didn't like the idea of exposing himself to the world of popularity but knew it was a sacrifice mandatory.
Mel came out, dressed in the blue panda bear pajamas and set her clothes neatly next to the bed.
"I'll take the guestroom, okay. Keep the door locked and don't open it even if my mom keeps knocking." Timothy moved to his door, ready to unlock it, longing for a good rest.
"Can you please stay?" He heard her while she was slipping under his covers. "I really don't want to be left alone."
Timothy turned out the light, knowing what he was about to do was extremely dangerous. Meloni had quite the reputation and the last thing he wanted was to lead her on.
"You can come closer, Timothy. I'm not a nymphomaniac." Timothy moved closer, throwing his arm around Meloni's waist.
He wasn't in the slightest tempted or sexually attracted to Meloni. "Why do you let guys treat you like that way? Why do act like that?"
Meloni sighed and yawned at once, "In highschool there's so many pretty faces who wants to be apart of what we have. Some have to work harder than other's to stay there, even if it means doing things that no one will get, even yourself. It's so easy to wither away and be forgotten, it terrifies me."
Timothy put his arm tighter around her waist and pulled her closer but kept a respectable distance between them. "I think you're one of the most prettiest girls I've ever seen and you don't have to act like a slut to get attention. At the end of the day, what we did in highschool wouldn't matter. When we look back on these days, we'll wish we could go back in time and change what we can't. Don't waist your last months of highschool obsessing over a reputation to uphold, someday you'll do things greater than being apart of a popular circle."
Meloni began to sob but tried as best to hide it from Timothy. "You get that from a movie or something."
"No," He sighed into her hair, "actually my mom."
"I never knew mine."
Silence seized the dark room as Timothy listened to Meloni sob herself to sleep. He felt bad for her -and weirdly obligated to help her, despite her own judgement.
He contemplated over every detail of the day's events when he heard the buzz of Meloni's phone. Cautiously climbing out of bed, he fished the phone from her worn clothes. In hopes to not wake her, he unlocked the screen, eyes growing wider by the minute as he read the message flashing across the screen.
Devious was the only word to describe the friendship between the snide members of the it-crowd.
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