I couldn't face being in this store anymore. Now that Mr. Simmons was gone and on his way to the police station, it was completely empty besides myself. It seemed so bare and lonely in here. I rushed out, making sure that I locked the door behind me. The chances weren't high, but if he came home tonight or tomorrow, I didn't want him to have to deal with his shop being broken into.
The crowd that had gathered to watch his arrest take place hadn't dispersed. Instead, they were all standing around gossiping about it. "Do you people have nothing better to do?!" I asked as I pushed my way rudely through the crowd.
I was being a bit of a hypocrite, considering I was the reason that he got arrested in the first place, but I couldn't stand how the people in this town found pleasure in gossiping about other people's lives being ruined. Poor Mrs. Simmons would be getting a phone call soon in regards to the whereabouts of her husband. I could already hear her heartbreaking cries.
She would be all alone now. No husband to kiss her goodnight, or good morning. It was one person meals for her from now on. No one to work and bring in the money for her to afford to live, and it was all my fault. I'd never be able to face her again. I had to make it up to them both somehow, without actually revealing what I had done, and the fact that it's my fault.
The sun blazed down, burning my skin slightly, giving it a faint pink tinge. I took out the plastic water bottle that I had brought with me and took a large gulp in an attempt to cool myself down. The nervousness and guilt I felt was making me feel very light headed and exhausted. It was only a short walk home, then I'd be safe in my bedroom with no ones stares to make me feel paranoid.
The only person who knows about it wouldn't judge me. Well I'd hope not, considering he was the one who convoked me to do it in the first place.
I couldn't handle this guilt. I didn't care about the fact that I'd killed Jennifer, hell, I was even proud of myself for standing up to her. It may have been a vicious way to stand up to someone, but she deserved it. The fact that I was the reason that the lives of two lovely people were ruined, did bother me though.
The walk up the long driveway that led up to my house seemed longer than the walk from town to here. My exhaustion and the heat making it seem longer than it was. Jordan's silhouette entered my vision, wavy lines of heat rising up from the ground where he was standing. "Hey," I greeted, slightly breathless.
"Hey, where did you get off to?" he asked me with a small smile. It didn't look like he was affected by the heat at all, yet here I was, sweating, puffing and desperate to get into the air conditioned house.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, taking a deep breath of relief as the coolness of the house enveloped me. The relief was amazing and I guzzled down the remaining water. I cringed at the warmness of it and went straight to the kitchen to replace it with cold water. "I went into town," I said quietly, hesitating. "To the antique store."
I heard his sigh come from behind me and I tentatively turned around.
"Lils, why would you go there and just torture yourself?" He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
I knew he wouldn't really understand. "Because it's my fault Jordan. He hasn't done anything wrong, and everyone in the town is just ignoring him and they've shunned him. It's like he doesn't exist anymore."
My voice rose with my anger and anxiety. Yes it was my fault, and I knew that no one in the town knew the truth, but they didn't have to shun him like that. He's still a human being. "I have to turn myself in Jordan. I don't think I can't just stand by doing nothing while he's sitting in a dirty prison cell with murder chargers hanging over him."
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Whisper
ParanormalThe tragic death of her family has forced Lily Hansen to be adopted by the richest family in her home town. Feelings of annoyance and aggravation towards her new family were nothing compared to how she felt when Jordan, her only friend, let it slip...