I wake up realizing I had drifted into sleep against the uncomfortable, hard metal chair in the hospital waiting room. They won't tell us anything about Hailey. Just that she is asleep. I decide to skip school and stay with Mrs. Mathews for moral support. I call Dad to let him know. "Hey dad I'm skipping school today. Call it my personal day." He replies "But honey I'm subbing for your art teacher today. We are gonna be doing oil paintings!" "But dad, I have seen you paint and painted with you a million times. It's okay to miss it once" I say back. "Honey is this about what you saw? About Her? Is that why you won't paint with me anymore?" I pretend the line is breaking up and I disconnect. As much as I hate to admit it yes, I don't wanna be around him anymore. Yes I'm angry he cheated. Yes I'm angry he was forty years old plowing some twenty five year old pussy. Yes I'm angry about how to betrayed mom. Yes I'm angry I have had to hide the fact he cheated from mom and from Kara. Yes I'm angry that his secret caused some psychopath to torment me with that secret. Yes I'm angry. I really am. Just maybe not as much at him as much as myself. I should have told mom when I had the god damned chance.
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Beautiful Bloodspill
Mistério / SuspenseIs Hailey dead? Is Emma at gay-away camp? What happened between Sarah and Evan? And is Abbey really dead? Find out in book three of the Ashwood Murder series.
