Truth of Falling

22 | In need of help

I adjust myself on my bed waiting for a reply from Leila.

I can't believe my mom. She doesn't understand. She just doesn't listen to what I have to say.

Trying to control myself I end grabbing a pillow from my bed and threw it at my bedroom door. It doesn't make a loud noise thankfully just made the door shake and made some items knock down from my dresser. Ignoring what I just did I look back at my phone.

What do you need help with now?

What don't I need help with?

Look I just need your help and I have so many questions for you

I lay down against my mattress.

How many questions could you possibly have? I pointed you in the right direction, I gave you the clues, I told you everything you needed to know, I practically spelled it out for you without even spelling it out. What else is there for me to tell you"

Why does she always have to be so darn stubborn about everything.

I look to my door to make sure it's still closed. I don't want my mom walking in on me while I'm on my phone.

Okay then help me piece it out all together, what am I missing?

Not even a second later a new message pops up

Listen here Millie. For the longest time I thought you were the one that killed my brother but after this conversation I realized you're not smart enough to be a killer of any sort

I don't know if I should be offended by this or not.

Leila I'm just trying to figure out what happened that night! For a year I believed I did it! For fuck sake I still think I could've done it! Everyone probably thinks I did it! But that's why I need all the information I can get

I need closure. I need the truth.

Like everyone else I thought you did it. You were the last person seen with Lucas that night at prom. Everyone saw you leave and get into that car with him and leave. Honestly when I heard the cops went to your house I was shocked when the police let you go so you must've had a strong alibi but if you say you didn't kill my brother then who did?

Good thing I transferred schools. I can't imagine what it would be like for me still going to school there with everyone.

I need you to tell me who he's been meeting up with at the coffee shop

I click send.

My heart starts to race for some reason.

That's an in person conversation

In person? She wants to meet up?

Come to me. I will meet you at the corner of my street.

I quickly change out of my leggings and put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

I put my phone in my pants pocket and I check my door again to make sure it's still closed.

I pick up the pillow I threw earlier and set it on my bed and putting blanket over it trying to make sure it looks like a body is sleeping.

I walk over to my dresser and fix the fallen items.

I walk quietly to the light switch and turn it off.

I can't go downstairs or my mom will see me.

I have to go through the window.

I tip toe over to the window and do my best to open it quietly trying not to make any screeching noises.