*********ONE MONTH LATER*********
Claire's P.O.V
“Hello?" i ask into the house phone
"Hi, are your parents’ home?" asks a females voice
"There both dead, but my uncle is here. . ." i say "Hold on a second. . .” i cover the mouth piece of the phone and scream "Bob!"
No answer
"Or not, i think he went out . . . i can take a message. . ." i say
"Okay, well could you tell him that Will gets out today and that you all need to be very careful, because he might try to go after you guys again. . ." she says
"Okay . . . thanks, bye." i say
WHAT THE HELL IS SHE TALKING ABOUT!?
I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge i pull out some strawberries, an apple, and a quarter of a water melon. I get to chopping them up making a fruit salad. I evenly divide it into three bowls, one for me, Becky and Fina. I put them on a trey and bring them upstairs to mine and becks finally divided room, and by that i mean i have my own bed. . Not that we divided it in half. .
I put the tray down on Becky’s bed and sit down, we gather around the tray picking up our fruit bowls and quietly eating out fruit. I still want to know who Will is and why do we have to be careful . . .?
"So, uhmm. . .you dont have to answer but, who is Will? Where is he getting out from? And why do we have to be careful?" i ask
"Oh, um . . . well, Becky . . . can i tell her?" says Fina
Becky nods before grabbing a towel. She walks out of the room and down the hall, Fina waits until we here the door close and the water turn on before she starts to talk.
"Well when Becky first came to live with us, the two of us were invited to a party, i was keeping my eye on her, until she started to dance with will and i went upstairs to play truth or dare with who i thought were my best friends. Turns out they dont care about anyone but themselves." she says "Anyways, he slipped something into her drink, and brought her upstairs and took advantage of her, knowing she wouldn’t make any noise, and if i hadn’t found her i dont think anyone would even know."
"A few days later, we had just got home from eating at a restaurant. She went to go have a shower, but when she got out he was right in this very room, without a shirt on, she ran into my room in tears. i looked at her wondering what was wrong and then she text me and i knew exactly what was wrong and i wen tint her room, and i screamed so loud that my mom and dad came up and so did Jarle. That night we watched him get taken away in hand cuffs. We thought we would never see him again, well until now, now that you have mentioned this." she says
"Oh My God! Im so sorry. . ." i say "I shouldn’t have brought it up. . ."
"No, its okay . . . it’s good that we know. That way we can be prepared if he shows up here." she says
Becky's P.O.V
Claire comes in with a tray and three bowls on it. She sets the tray down on my bed and we circle around it grabbing a bowl of fruit and eat them in silence.
", uhmm. . .you dont have to answer but, who is Will? Where is he getting out from? And why do we have to be careful?" asks Claire
"Oh, um . . . well, Becky . . . can i tell her?" asks Fina
I nod my head before grabbing a towel. I walk out of the room almost in tears. How can they just let him out!? That’s not fair . . . just when i thought life was actually getting good . . . what am i going to do? I close the bathroom door and turn on the water, letting it run until it gets nice and warm. I take my clothes off before stepping in and letting the water wash over my body. I let the tears fall hard, i love the shower it’s the place, besides the rain where you can cry and no one will know. I get out after rinsing the conditioner out of my hair. i wrap my towel around my body and step out of the bathroom, hitting something hard, i look up to see him standing there with a wicked grin on his face.
YOU ARE READING
The Silent LIfe Of Becky Jones
Teen FictionBecky Jones was three when she and her family got into a bad car acciedent. as if by miricale she is the only one who survives. since teh deaths of her mom, dad, and sister she hasnt spoken a single word. will she ever speak again?