(a.n. // there's two updates today<3)
CHAPTER NINETEEN: APPLE PIE AND A BORROWED BLACK DRESS
When I got a text from Vaughn asking me to meet him, I was surprised, to say the least. And obviously, I said yes, because I was way too curious to not hear what he had to say. Also, I liked the cafe where we were going to meet.
But when I actually sat down across from him, listened to what he had to say, and read the articles he had brought along, I felt sick. I felt so bad for him, and I didn't know what to say in response that wouldn't sound stupid. Nothing I thought of saying felt like enough because we were more alike than I thought.
We both were accused of murder and so we both ran away to some far away Alaskan village. Except his was a lot more brutal and fatal than my situation was, and I realized that I got lucky.
I mean, the fact that the newspapers printed what they did about him? After what he had just been through? Awful. Why is it so hard to believe that the guy just disappeared instead? Plenty of people just strangely straight up disappear. I've watched enough Buzzfeed Unsolved to know that.
So, as I sat across from him in the corner of the quiet and nearly empty cafe, instead of speaking, I just reached out my left hand to grab his across the table. And then as I saw a tear fall, I wiped it away with my right. But that wasn't even the saddest part, I think.
I think the worst part was when he looked so relieved when I did that because some part of him honestly thought I would run because of what he told me.
Like I would think he did something wrong. Like I would reach behind me into my bag and a pitchfork would magically materialize and I would chase him with it or something.
In the end, all I managed to say after was, "Thank you for telling me, I know it wasn't easy." And that was that.
Anyway, Red seems to be growing more and more each day. It's overwhelming, actually.
I haven't seen or spoken to Darren for about a week, which really makes me regret him coming with that night on Aveburg. I've sent him a few texts, and he hasn't responded, but I know he's read them.
Malee's started taking notes on everything she knows about Juneau's blonde beater. I've taken a look at it when she showed me, but there's nothing to make sense of. It's just a list of words he's supposedly said, the locations of where the victims were attacked, and the times and dates. She's finding the whole thing very interesting because she's really into true crime, as well as the fact that social media is talking about the situation a lot. But the FBI hasn't even found the guy yet, and I'm confused as to why it's taking so long. It's an isolated area, where could he possibly be hiding?
But as much as I was interested in law and everything before, I'm losing more interest in it as time goes by. And honestly, I'm so tired of only hearing about the serial killer and the theories.
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Juneau Elicits
Teen FictionBook 2 of 2, sequel to Alaska's Illicit. In which Mikaere returns to Alaska, but upon arriving realizes that she has a new problem: Vaughn, Darren, or should she just stick with Jared? Vaughn's past and life are revealed, and also a serial killer mi...