The girl with scars (a munchingbrotato fanfic) (MAJOR EDITING UNDERWAY)

Chapter 5 How do you move on?

Saturday July 5,2012

I woke up not knowing where exactly I was. Then I remembered I was at Tyler's house, and this was his room. then I remembered what happened last night I thought it had all been a terrible dream but no, it was all true. my parents were really dead. my father really killed my mom. and I really had to live with tyler.

I slowly started down the stairs where I saw tyler making breakfast, pancakes and bacon and strawberries with orange juice. what my mom use to fix.

" Hey your up."

"Yeah."

There was a awkward silence.

"So I found a spare room next to mine for you to move into."

"Cool."

I grabbed a plate and a glass of orange juice and sat in the living room, turning the tv to the news. tyler grabbed him some breakfast and sat next to me. and just as I suspected, my parents death were all they talked about.

" Last night, a man, who we've concluded to be Thomas Wilson, in a drunkend rage stabbed and shot His wife, Teresa Wilson, several times. mainly on her legs, arms, and torso. a neighbor called the police and ambulance, but before they could get to the scene mr.wilson had gotten in his truck and drove about 125 miles to highway 75 where he hit another car. in which his truck swerved out of control and off the side of the road where he fell down the steep tall hill to his death. an autopsy concludes not only was he drunk, he has taken in several types of drugs and in different amounts. and that this wasn't his first time drinking and getting high. he has done this severely over the coarse of 13 years. we still can not get a hold of their daughter, sage Wilson, for questions but we will try and get some answers on the story. more on this story as it develops."

I quickly turned the tv off.

" Those sons of bitches. they say that they are going to talk to you wether you like it or not and that they'll get everything they want. they don't fucking care about what you just went through......."

"Tyler, it's fine."

"No it's not. its not fair that their going to ask you about your personal life and exploit it to everyone!"

" Tyler........". I started.

" Tyler, you don't know how long I've wanted to tell people what he's done to me and my mom. but my mom wanted to help him without the police getting involved, but now I can. but for right now can we drop it."

"Okay."

"Okay. thank you, so I'm gonna run over to my house do you want to come with me?"

"Of course!"

" Okay, I'll be back I'm a few minutes then well head out."

I ran up stairs and made myself not look like a mess. then I came back down stairs, tyler was on his phone texting one of his friends.

"Hey, you ready?"

"Yeah, let's go!"

My house was only a 5 minute walk from his house and when we got to my house I really wished we didn't come.

"Holy shit........". Tyler whispered.

Holy shit was right. police and reporters were swarming everywhere investigating every little price of what my life was before and during last night. I felt like I could cry again.

"EXUSE ME!! YOUR SAGE, RIGHT!!!!"

In a flash cameras and reporters and camera men were every which way of me and tyler. we were flooded with questions.