~ And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it
Another version of me, I was in it
I wave goodbye to the end of beginning ~
The love that Angelina Ray bared for Nick Goode was so great, and how long would it take for Nick to figure that out.
Some would s...
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"I'm here with Martin P. Franklin, Shadyside Mall janitor", the woman on the news channel spoke.
Diana sat on the coach with her copy in her lap, doing homework, the TV going on in the background.
Angelina was in the kitchen making dinner for the two of them as Nick was in on a late night shift in the station.
"Marin, what do you know?", the interviewer asked the man, holding the microphone to him.
"He was a normal dude. Always thought he would, like, just go home and read a comic book or whatever", some guy who seemed to be high spoke. "He was chill, just snapped I guess."
As she was doing her homeowrk, Diana drowned out the news that was on, it didn't seem important as there was always something happening in Shadyside.
Yesterdays accident can attest to that.
"A baffling development here as mall employee Ryan Torres has been identified as the killer."
Lifting her head as soon as she heard the name 'Ryan Torres', Diana glued her eyes to the TV.
There was a picture of the guy, Ryan Torres, the quiet guy that kept to himself who worked in Shadyside Mall.
Now being shown as the killer of Heather.
"A recent graduate of Shadyside High, an ordinary guy who, as those who knew him attest, just seemed to snap."
This was the guy that caused such a stir up yesterday morning between her parents.
Putting her copy down onto the coffee table in front of her she went to grab the remote to turn the Tv up when the phone began to ring.
"Di! Can you get that for me?", her mothers voice rang from the kitchen.
"Sure, mom", she said, eyes watching the Tv as she walked backwards, still watching until she had to turn away to get the phone.
"Hello?", she said into the phone.
"Diana?", Deenas voice rang through the phone.
"Deena? How'd you get my house number?", Diana questioned, having only given them her flip phone number.
"Simon gave it to me, said to only use it if there was an emergency. You weren't answering your email, so I used it for an emergency", Deena told her.
Diana once again, thanked whatever God or Satan that let her answer the phone and not her mother or worse her father.
"Okay! Yea! What's the emergency", she rubbed her face.
"That prick Peter is screwing with me", Deena grumbled.
"Sam's boyfriend?", Diana chuckled. "Maybe he's worried that Sam will take you back."
"Yeah, well..", Deena brushed off Diana's last sentence. "He's creeping around my house in one of those skull masks."
"That's fucked!", Diana said a little too loudly.
"Language missy!", she heard her mother call from the other room.
"Yeah, it's fucked!", Deena agreed. "But, i was wondering if you'd be able to stay over tonight."
"I can see", Diana wasn't so sure herself if she'd be able to.
She'd have to ask her mother for a lift because her father wasn't here, and her father wouldn't even let her stay the night in Shadyside.
Though seeming as he wasn't here and her mom could be just a little bit of a softy when it came to Diana.
Maybe she'd be able to convince her.
"I'll message you if i can", Diana told her.
"Okay, see you later..maybe", Deena then hung up.
Awkwardly Diana walked into the kitchen trying to act the least suspicious as she could, not wanting her mom to think she wanted something.
"Hey! mom, need help with anything?", she asked, trying to sweeten her up.
"Nope! Dinners on the table", her mother pointed to a plate.
"Thanks", Diana sat and started twirling her fork into the spaghetti.
"I'm gonna be gone for a little bit, i don't like leaving you on you're own with all this happening, but if you'd like to come for the drive you can", Angelina spoke to her daughter in a rush.
As she was putting a portion of the dinner into a tight concealed lunch box.
"Why where are you going?", Diana asked through a mouthful.
"I'm bringing some dinner down to your dad in the station", she said with a laugh. "Cant starve him when he's on the job."
"Yeah...about that", Diana started. "I was wondering if I could stay the night at a friends house."
"Sure, whose?", her mother questioned, Diana sighing with relief that she didn't shut down the idea immediately.
"Deenas!", Diana vaguely said. "And Kate's gonna be there", she added to try convince her, because if someone else was going it sounds better.
"Are her parents home?", her mother questioned, seemingly she was the sheriff now with all her questions.
"Duh!", Diana tried to play it cool, knowing that Deenas das worked the night shift.
"Then i guess it's alright", her mother shrugged.
"Thank you!", Diana cheered giving her a hug.
Running upstairs so she could message Deena and pack a bag.
'I'm allowed to stay', Diana sent the message, tapping her nails on the desk as she waited.
Seeing the little bubbles pop up as Deena wrote back. 'Meet us at the hospital!'
"What? My mom won't drop me there! Why the hospital?', Diana huffed as she sat back.
It was a surprise enough that her mother even let her stay the night without asking her father if she could, especially when there's just been a murder.
'Don't have time to explain. Just tell your mom i'm in the shower and go into my house before she drives off, then come to the hospital.'
Leave it up to Deena to know how to trick your parents.
'Okay', sighing Diana stood up grabbed whatever clothes she saw.
Dumping all the books out of her school bag before shoving the clothes in.
