Disguised As A Boy To Attend Belmont High School
Chapter 66: The Weight Of Truth.

Chapter 66: The Weight Of Truth.

"Tell Dad? He would probably kill me before the police do." Samson cried.

"Listen to me. Dad has connections. He might be able to help you avoid prison. Just tell him the truth so he can help you. You’re his son, and he wouldn’t want you to tarnish the family’s reputation with your actions."

Samson couldn’t believe his ears about Thomas mentioning their father’s connections, widening his eyes in surprise. He had never considered that before. Could their father actually assist him?

"He has ties to the police department," Thomas added. "He might be able to retrieve your wristwatch or even make the evidence disappear."

Hope sparked in Samson’s eyes. "Really? Do you think he can do that?"

Thomas confirmed, "Yes, but you must be honest with him. He needs to be informed of what transpired."

Taking a deep breath, Samson acknowledged the risk but realized he had no other option. He had to disclose everything to his father.

"Are you two planning to sleep at the pool? A voice called out, interrupting Samson and Thomas’ conversation. It was Aiden, almost making them flinch. We had to come back here when we noticed you two were missing. Do you want to trek back to school or will you come down here?"

"Let’s speak to father when we get back to school." Samson said, his voice barely above a whisper, while Thomas nodded in agreement.

"Coming! Thomas replied to Aiden and then assisted Samson in climbing the fence while Aiden helped him down from the other side. Thomas then climbed the fence out of the Arena, and they made their way towards Lucas’ car.

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The car soon pulled up at the back of Belmont High School, and the teenagers got out of it after which they climbed the fence to enter the school.

They all made their way up the school stairs to the 3RM special room and soon gathered together at the living room, each lost in their own thoughts.

"We can just wait for the police officers tomorrow." Olive was the first to speak, breaking the awkward silence.

"What if the criminal didn’t leave any evidence?" Mark chimed in, his hand on his chin. "Does that mean the case won’t be solved?"

"This is the second time a student has died. Now I’m starting to think there might be a third, and who would be next." Aiden’s face was filled with fear, his words sending waves of fear down the spines of the others.

"Just stop. How can you think about something like that?" Mark scolded, his body tense.

"You might be next. Who knows." Aiden continued, only to further provoke Mark.

"Hey! You better watch your language. How can you wish death upon your friend, you jerk." Mark responded angrily, about to stand up from the chair before being restrained by Lucas.

"You guys need to calm down. This is not the time for arguing." Lucas said with a heavy sigh.

" But what if the school is actually haunted?" Henry added, looking around the room. " What if someone else is in danger?"

"This is what happens when you watch too many movies. Stop letting your imagination run wild." Lucas cautioned with a disapproving look.

"I’ll be right back." Samson announced as he got up from the sofa, surprising the others who turned to look at him.

"What? You scared me there." Henry exclaimed. " I almost thought you were the Grim Reaper coming to take someone else."

Ignoring Henry’s comment, Samson headed towards the 3RM toilet.

"You should cut back on the movies. It’s starting to mess with your head." Lucas advised, shaking his head in disbelief.

Thomas quickly stood up and walked away from the group, heading towards the bathroom. As he entered, he was shocked to see Samson inhaling hard drugs.

"What the heck?" Thomas exclaimed, attempting to take the substance from Samson. In the struggle, he accidentally hit his waist on the sink, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Ouch," Thomas groaned, clutching his waist. Despite the pain, he confronted Samson about his acti

ons.

"We were supposed to talk to Dad. Why are you doing this?" Thomas questioned, still feeling the sting in his waist.

Samson chuckled, "I don’t want to drag Dad into this."

"What do you mean?" Thomas asked, incredulous. "Are you out of your mind?"

"I made a mistake, and I’m willing to face the consequences alone. I don’t want to bring shame to the family because of my actions," Samson explained, tears streaming down his face. "I’ve always been the troublemaker, and I don’t want to burden Mom and Dad any further. They’ve done everything they can for me, but I continue to be a reckless and foolish son."

"No! You are not a troublemaker. Desmond’s death was a mistake, and I’m confident there is still a way to prevent you from going to prison. Let’s go and talk to Dad," Thomas reassured, holding Samson’s hand and trying to pull him out of the toilet. However, Samson let go of his hand.

"I’m not leaving. I have decided to accept the punishment for my actions. Please don’t stop me," Samson said, tears continuing to flow down his cheeks.

Thomas couldn’t hold back his own tears as he approached Samson and embraced him tightly. "Please, Samson, reconsider. We can face this together and find a way to make things right."

Samson pushed Thomas away, his eyes swollen with tears. "No, Thomas. I have made my decision. I can’t keep avoiding the consequences of my actions. I have to face them."

Thomas felt a lump in his throat as he accepted that Samson had made his decision. Despite his efforts, he knew he couldn’t sway his brother’s resolve.

With a sense of sadness, Thomas agreed. "I get it, Samson. Just promise me one thing - you’ll always be my brother, no matter what."

Samson forced a weak smile and nodded. "I promise, Thomas. I’ll always be your brother."

The twins embraced tightly, both understanding that their lives were about to change forever.

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The following day arrived swiftly, with the heavens pouring down heavy rainfall that beat like drums on earth. The sound of raindrops hitting the pavement created a constant hum, like a swarm of bees in the distance.

The air was heavy with moisture, and the students gathered in the courtyard, their faces lit only by the faint glow of the school’s fluorescent lights. The smell of wet earth and ozone filled their nostrils as they watched the police cars pull up in front of the school.

Samson, his eyes tired and red from a sleepless night, stood apart from the group, his hands trembling in his pockets. His eyes were fixed on the police cars, his mind racing with thoughts of the impending arrest. Thomas, looking pale and worried, stood by his side, offering what comfort he could. Olive, Lucas, Mark, Aiden, and Henry stood nearby, their faces filled with anxiety and fear.

The officers, looking serious and stern, entered the building, their footsteps echoing off the walls. Officer Johnson approached Samson with handcuffs in hand, accompanied by Officer Blackwood. The sound of the handcuffs clinking against each other sent a shiver down Samson’s spine.

"Philip Samson, you’re under arrest," Officer Johnson said, his voice firm and commanding.

Samson’s heart raced as the officer’s words hung in the air. He felt a cold sweat trickle down his forehead, and his legs trembled beneath him. Thomas’s eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of fear and support.

The sound of the handcuffs closing around Samson’s wrists was like a snap of thunder on a summer day. The metal was cold and unforgiving, a harsh reminder of the reality of his situation.