All Tyla Hemmings wanted to do, was to finish high school, go to college and perhaps get married to her best friend, and boyfriend, Colton Adams. But all of that changes when she unexpectedly meets a handsome stranger one afternoon, and a serial go...
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The first night back in my old bed was probably one of the hardest. So many memories surrounded me as I lay in my bed, staring at the four walls around me. Memories of Colton and I laughing and playing. Memories of Jasper and I with out movie nights. Memories of Alexander and I that made my heart quench with pain. Even Allison. Turning on my side, I look at the photo on my bedside table. It's now the day after Colton's funeral and my motivation for getting up is less that zero.
When I arrived at my parent's place last night, I told them that I was exhausted from the day and that I just wanted to go to bed. They understood, probably chalking it up to dealing with the funeral and the loss of Colton. I didn't bother telling them that Jasper and I had an argument or that I've been so incredibly fatigued the last week. I suppose I didn't see what use it would bring for them to know what's going on. I'm not even sure what they're thinking now about me being married to Alexander yet, so the thought of mentioning to them that Jasper kissed me, seemed like asking for more trouble.
Knock, knock. I hear knuckles softly rapping against my door. I sigh before calling out for whoever to enter my room. My brother's head peeks in, his hair still a ruffled mess. Just like it's been every day since he was born after just waking up.
"How are you feeling?" He asks, sitting down next to me on my bed.
"As well as could be, I suppose." I tell him truthfully, not bothering to hide my sadness.
"Have you thought about going back to uni? I heard that you haven't attended since you found Colton..." He trails off, not completing the sentence. Truthfully, I haven't had much motivation to go back to studying when so many things around me came crushing down so hard.
"Yeah. I uh... I'm not going back this year. I sent the dean of academics an email explaining everything to him. It's just too hard Ty. I can't focus right now. First I lost Alexander and now Colton and everything else that has happened in between. It's just... It's too much. I don't have the strength to study right now." I explain. He nods understandingly before frowning.
"Wait. What else happened to you while I was away?" He asks, brows furrowed. What didn't happen? I think to myself before I start telling him everything. I tell him about the phone call, the box with my photo in it, seeing the intruder, being chased through the forest. I tell him everything, except for the numerous suspicions that I've picked up on. I don't want anyone to know about my suspicions until I have 100% proof of what I'm thinking. I know how devastating a false accusation can be.
"Oh my. I don't even know what to tell you, sis. You went through so much and we didn't even know. At least, I didn't know. I only found out yesterday morning early when I came back." He leans over to me, giving me a hug. A tear trails down his eyes. "Don't worry sis. You're safe here. We'll keep you safe. I'm sorry about how mom and dad treated you while I was away." He says, but the fear in my heart never ceases. In fact, it only intensifies as I think about the murderer having the possibility of killing them too in order to get to me.
