Unrealistic Reality

Chapter 17: Unrealistic Reality

A thought came to me when I walked at home with Nate. I still needed to find that letter. I needed to look in all the lamps in our house, and try to find the light.

"Hey Nate." I started again. "If someone says you need to look for the light of their lives, where would you look?" I looked curiously at him. I really like to know what he thought.

"At first I would think about a lamp or something, but that is too obvious. I think it is something that person loved very much. Something dear to him or her. Why do you ask?" His grey eyes met mine again, but they were so light this time, they shined.

Light, eyes, shining. Was it possible he hid it somewhere the eye can't see?

"Just because. It came to my mind, and I wanted to know what you thought of it." I hate lying to people, but somehow, that's all I do these days.

Lie and lie and lie.

It is disgusting.

I stopped in my tracks when I realized what I was doing. I was walking to my home, with a guy I just met this day. A gang member. They shouldn't know where my house is.

"Nate, I think I got it from here." I slowly said to him. His eyes looked curious, but when realization dawned on him, they grew sad.

"Don't you trust me?" His voice broke a little, and I instantly felt bad for what I said.

I should learn to keep my mouth shut.

"I do, but it is just that I don't know you very well, and yeah.." I trailed off. He nodded, signaling he understood.

I realized I still had his jacket, and made a move to get it off, but he stopped me. "Keep it, I don't want you to be sick." It is amazing how sweet this boy is to me.

"Thank you so much Nate." I walked towards him again and hugged him.

"I'll see you soon." I whispered in his ears. His cheeks turned a bit red, and I silently laughed.

I turned around and walked away. I knew he still stood there so I turned around while walking. "Take a good view, it might be your last." I said to him. I heard him laugh, and he shook his head.

This boy is a piece of art.

When I arrived at home, I removed my wig and my "brown" eyes. I walked to the mirror, did my blonde hair in a bun, and looked at myself. I was happy to look like myself again, but then I thought about Nate.

He knew and liked me as the person I was acting. As Samantha Sherrington, not as Chloe Cramel. What if he finds out I am not the person he thinks I am?

What if I hurt him unintendedly? I don't want that. I don't want to crush him, I still have a heart. I may act tough, but I am not. I am a softy when it comes to the feelings of people. I have this urge I should always be nice to them, so you can imagine how hard it is for me to act like this.

To change myself. I don't want to change myself. It is not what dad would've wanted.

I looked away from the mirror and threw the jacket off, but a small note fell out of it. It read a number and a text saying, "If you ever need me, call this number x Nate." I chuckled to myself, as I heard Jamie coming towards me. When he saw me, he pulled me in a bear hug.

"How was it? Are you okay? Where's Charlie?" I laughed at him, but it was sweet he was so concerned about me.

"I am fine, it was horrible and Charlie is at the hospital. Any more questions?" he shut his mouth the moment I said that.

"Yeah, about that, there is something you need to know. It's about Charlie." Jamie started nervously.

"Well, tell me then!" I said with a small smile. Was there something wrong?

"Uh, you see, I found this information about the people who worked for the gangs the day our dad was murdered, and well..." he trailed off again. I was getting impatient, couldn't he just tell me?

"Go on Jamie." I encouraged him.

"Well, Charlie worked on that day. But not only him, also Nathaniel, Max and Elliot. They are all suspects, but I think Charlie is the head suspect. I mean, we didn't even knew he worked for that gang, don't you think it's-"he started to ramble, but I cut him off.

"Are you crazy Jamie? How can you suspect Charlie? Only because a stupid data showed it could've been him? I didn't think you would go this low Jamie. He is our friend, he didn't do it. I refuse to believe it, no matter what your stupid data says." I spat venomously. Jamie's eyes went wide, but he started to talk again.

"Think Chloe, maybe his dad urged him to do it? Maybe it was just an accident, we don't know. But use your head, how well do we know Charlie? We didn't even know he was in a gang for crying out loud! Maybe he has more to hide?" This had me thinking.

Jamie had a point here. How well did we know him? I mean, he is my best friend, but it is like he lives two life's at the same time. Could he be-? No, I refuse to believe it.

"Jamie, you are crazy. I don't believe it. And what about Elliot and the other then? Don't you suspect them? Why only Charlie? No, you are wrong. I am going to show you, there is no way in hell Charlie did this. No matter what you say.

But I'll prove it. I'll prove it to you, even if it is the last thing I do."

Charlie is innocent. I am a hundred percent sure.

But maybe is a hundred percent not enough.