I'd Lie

Chapter 18- Break Ins and Secrets

"Hello?" I clicked the green button and then speaker on my ringing phone from the counter where I was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

"Hey, Adri. It's George. Listen, I just wanted to apologize for the way mom freaked out-"

"No worries, George," I chuckled. "It all seems pretty funny now. All except the scratched parts on my back," I winced. Those would take a while to heal.

"Ouch, that must have been a really bad fall."

"You're telling me," I bit into my sandwich. We were quiet for a few seconds before an idea popped into my head. "George," I grinned deviously.

"Yeah?"

"Come over tonight with all the break in stuff you have," my heart raced with excitement.

"Breaking in? Are you crazy? We could get arrested! But who's house are we breaking into?" He asked.

With a mischievous grin he couldn't see, I swallowed the mouthful of my sandwich,"Nicole's."

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"What if she doesn't go out the house today?" George asked from the bushes, next to me.

"Are you kidding? Chase goes out almost every night and I'm pretty sure it's not to the grocery store," I answer and smack a mosquito. Putting the binoculars to my eyes, I locate Nicole's window. She's applying mascara.

"Can I have a turn with the binoculars now?" George whined. I sigh, but hand them to him anyway. "Nevermind, she's just staring at herself in the mirror," he says after a while.

"Talk about vanity," I mumble as Nicole winks at herself. She gets up and soon the light is flicked off. "Okay, she's coming out," I whisper a bit loud. Chase's truck pulls up a while later and she hops in. They lean in to kiss, but I look away.

"Why are we doing this again?" George asks after the truck disappears down the road. 

"Because I need answers as to why Nicole is labeled as someone else on an article," I reply. "C'mon, follow me." Her parents' car isn't in their parking spaces, so I assume they're out too.

We creep around the house until we reach her window. I look up. "Should we get the ladder?" George asks from besides me.

"Yeah. I'll go and I want to to wait down here for me. Call me so that our phones are like walkie-talkies and you have to warn me if she gets back early or if her parents get home," I instruct and he nods. He sets the ladder to her window and I climb. Her window is slightly open, but it's enough for me slip my glove-covered fingers in and open the window for me to crawl in. I gave George the signal to call me and a few seconds later, my phone buzzes.

"You good?" he voice breaks through the phone. 

"All good. Now, I need to find something in here," I say and began to look around after switching my flash on.

I look through her drawers first, but only find her undergarment. Shaking my head, I look through her desk, but I only find papers related to cosmetics and magazines with designers clothes. Ruffling through her nightstand, my hand hits a bottle. Taking it out, I shine the line to a medicine bottle. It's a white one with a label that reads 'Aripiprazole'. I click on my camera and snap a picture of it before putting the pills back and rummage some more, but nothing else pops up.

"Where would you hide something, George?" I ask after a while of looking in random places.

"Under my bed or mattress? That's where I keep all my dude nudes," I laugh at his answer, but shut up afterwards.

I look under the bed and I see a squished up-medium sized journal under the mattress, between the metal frame. I jiggle the hell out of it and soon enough, I have it in my hands. Flipping the cover open, I flash the light on it and I read the first page.

January 3rd, 2013

My therapist suggested recording my everyday thoughts after the incident. He said what happened wasn't my fault, it was my condition. But I know what he said is pure bullsit because it wasn't just my illness that made me want to do what I failed to do. It was the satisfaction of having my hands wrapped around my sweet boyfriend's skank's neck that kept me going. It urged me on. The voices I welcomed in my head told me to keep going. Too bad someone reported the bitch's screaming and the cops came in a minute too early. I didn't want to kill her, just scare her a little bit. Anyways, my therapist said I'll get better if I follow my treatment. I highly doubt that.

                                               -Nancy P.

"Oh my God," I gasp. I stare at the messy writing in horror. Nancy did this to someone? I flip to the end. 

"What is it?" I hear George.

"I'll show you when I get down," I reply half mindedly as I start reading more.

June 20, 2015

Chase and I are happier now that he sees less of Adri. Well, at least I know I'm happy. Chase doesn't talk about her as much as he did before. That's a plus because I would have to do something to keep her away. She's doing herself some good by staying out of our relationship. However, she knows about my name. I don't know how long until she finds out the truth, but it can't happen. I don't want to go back, but I will. My therapist says I'm getting better, but I think he just enjoys drinking up my money for therapy. I'll take care of him too. 

                                                      -xoxo,

                                                          Nicole

This is where she had already stopped calling herself Nancy. I flip back through the pages that are signed 'Nicole' at the bottom until I reach the the first one she signed under that name. 

August 16, 2014

I am no longer Nancy. We went to change my name a couples months ago and bam! No more Nancy Parker, which is perfect timing because I just so happened to meet a guy named Chase. He's so cute and funny. I have no problem in getting to know him better, but I hope his best friend Adri isn't a bother. God she's such an annoying little bitch.

                                                       -xoxo

                                                            Nicole

"Adri! Some is here, you have to get out now!" I hear George panic. He breaks my train of thoughts and I hesitate. Should I leave it or take it? She took Chase away from it so...

I stuff it in my black jacket and make sure nothing looks out of place before climbing down the ladder. Not even reaching the first step when George already was trying to carry the ladder. We were running into the bushes, when I hear a thud behind me.

"Adri!" George harshly whispers from the ground. "Save yourself!" 

"George, there is no one behind you and you didn't break anything," I point out. He looks behind him and then at his body.

"Oh yeah," he gets up and we continue running behind people's yards until we reach my own. 

"That was so close," I sigh as I lay on the grass. George nods besides me, out of breath too.

"So, what did you find?" He asks. I pull out my phone and show him the picture first. "I think this is one of some medicines to treat an illness, but I'm not sure if it's the one I have in mind," he comments.

"Well, you can still tell me what you think," I urge. He looks at me and then back at the picture.

"Schizophrenia."

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**Author's Note**

Don't forget to comment and vote if you liked this chapter. Nicole's secrets are starting to unravel!

-MariFer