Dead Phones Shouldn't Reply

Chapter 8 // Discust

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Chapter 8
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I never understood how humans worked. That is, until I took one apart.
-unknown
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Dominic knew. He knew about Myles, and that pissed me off a lot more than it probably should of. I couldn't believe he had the nerve to snoop through my phone, especially with what was on it.

Did I give him the impression something was up? I huffed quietly, of course I had.

And now he knew.

I needed to do something productive about this situation. Sure Dominic knew, but didn't that mean that he was kind of obligated to help me, since he looked through my phone and all that?

Opening my laptop, I tapped on my desk impatiently as explorer loaded, biting my bottom lip lightly. Once it was up, I quickly typed in, 'Myles'. It was stupid, I know, but I was desperate, and willing to try anything. All that popped up was stupid little news updates on, Myles Kennedy, and David Myles.

You know you're really desperate, when you click the second page of Google.

My eyebrows furrowed as I read through the paragraphs that showed up. I clicked on the first one and gasped as I peered at it it.

'Myles Jonas, father and husband to Rae-yan and Myles Jr Jonas, unfortunately has been announced missing and most likely dead, after being sited at a bridge near the small town of Manisolta, witnesses say he swerved from lane to lane, until hitting a blue jeep, which was pushed into the water below, Myles car following after. Both drivers remains are unknown, use of alcohol and or drugs are not confirmed, but suspected.'

I was somehow drawn into this story. It reminded me vaguely of my mom's accident, but I knew the odds of this being the correct Myles, and bridge accident, where one in a million. Manisolta was three hours away from this area anyways, and the news story had announced Myles most likely dead.

A knock on the door suddenly interrupted my thoughts. Kara walked in, smiling faintly at me before walking over to my bed and sitting on it promptly. I sent her a quick, annoyed look, causing her to stand up instantly. She coughed, looking down, then back up at me.

"I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the summer festival with me, Jamie, and maybe your friend Monica later today," she informed me with a hopeful look in her eyes. I scratched my left arm, laughing slightly.

"Monica and I aren't on the best terms at the moment," I mumbled out, looking down sadly.

"Julia? What's wrong?" She asked hesitantly, taking a step towards me. I huffed and spun my desk chair around in circles.

Shaking my head, I replied, "She's just a little angry at me, I'm sure it'll be sorted out soon." Kara's look saddened as her eyes looked directly into my eyes.

"Julia, these sorts of things don't just sort themselves out," she told me matter of factually. "If anything, they worsen over time, you can have a fight with someone and expect it to just be dropped.. But that just doesn't happen." She sighed as she continued. "Friendship is just like the skin on your body. You can make a mistake and leave a dreadful cut on your arm you can't do anything about it, but there will always be a scar there to remind you."

I thought over her words for a moment. She seemed to know this topic very well. "Has this ever happened to you, Kara?" I asked her after a moment of silence. She pursed her lips and nodded.

"Yup, and unfortunately I was the one to give her a scar."

I could tell this subject was burning her insides. It was sensitive to talk about, and as must as I hated this woman, it made me feel a tad bit guilty when she told me this.