Chapter 4- Drama

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School came to an end and I started walking through the school to see if I could find Tyson; I looked everywhere but he was no-where to be found. Starting to panic, I texted Marcus. Oh yea, Marcus is one of my other friends that I'm really close with but I haven't exactly talked to him in a while as he had his own problems to deal with. What I mean is that, his father is also being questioned for the murder of Kol Milson, Marcus's mother died when he was 9 years old and after that his father went completely rouge. His father started drinking and gambling, a once kind and caring man was now made into a horrible person, mistreating his own son. Marcus somehow, still has hope that he will change but only time may decide.

All of a sudden, I got a text from an unknown number; I skimmed the message "Meet us in Greenway Park, Haley." What does she mean by "us" and who gave her my number?! All these questions where racing through my head; whilst I ran to Greenway. I was furious that she had my number, I don't exactly know why I was so angry, maybe, part of me knew that Tyson gave her my number but the only question was, if he wanted to meet up and introduce Haley to our group, then why didn't he just text me? I bet it was going to be something stupid, like, 'oh, my battery ran out' or 'It was easier that way you two wouldn't have to exchange phone numbers' This always happens, he finds a girl, brings her to our group and then after a few days the girl decides that we are too crazy for them.

My thoughts finally came to a holt, when I saw Haley standing next to Tyson and Marcus was sitting on a bench.

"Why did none of you text me?!" I raised my voice, whilst looking at Marcus and Tyson.

Tyson looked down at the floor and back up to my face but he couldn't look me in the eye. Marcus was just staring at me with a weird expression. It felt like they didn't want to tell me something because they knew how I would react or at least thought they knew.

"I kind of wanted us to meet here because Tyson wanted me to join your group!" Haley spoke with a smile on her face.

My mouth dropped, in that moment I knew how naive Tyson really was, all because of a girl. He really thought that letting her into our group would make everything better.

"NO!" I shouted with tears in my eyes "How could you just let a girl that, by the way you just met today, in!"

"Why can't you just trust that I made a good decision?" He yelled back. Haley swiftly took a step back , knowing that she couldn't say anything.

"WHY? Why? Because every time you do the same thing and every time I'M the one cleaning up your mess! GOD, when will you ever learn!? Every single one of your little girlfriends had something bad to say about me and every single one hated me! Take a look at Freya! You dated her and brought her into our group and look what has happened!" I break down at the thought of what Freya and her family did to mine.

"Oh my god, why can't you just trust!" Tyson barker back

"Because someone that I love always ends up dead!"

Hayley was shocked. She now knew that this wasn't about Tyson bringing in another girl but it was about something deeper.

"Look at what happened to Kol and Dad! I've realised that it's all my fault! THIS is why I don't trust so easily because I know, in the end, when everything and everyone is gone, all I will be left with a broken heart!" Everyone was silent.

There was no noise except for my silent sobs. I looked at Hayley, she looked tense. Marcus and Tyson just stood there, not a word coming out of their mouths. Slowley, I turned around and started walking all the memories came back to me, memories that I buried deep, deep down...

I just walked and walked and walked until I reached the cemetery, and looked for David Harper. Once I reached a polished white grave stone, I sat down beside it, all the good memories started rushing back like a tsunami on its second run down. I just sat there watching the sun set and my eyes tear up. If only I got one more chance at saving my father, I would've saved him this time...

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