Bloody Mary

Chapter 5 - The Truth Comes To Light

As the phone started to ring, my heart started beating faster. The name was just rattling around in my head and I knew nothing good could come of it. I waited and I waited and there was no answer. Fearing that the worst must have happened I tried calling one more time before I was planning on going over. This time she answered.

“Hey”

“Oh hey Sarah”

“What’s up?”

“Yeah nothing, I was just thinking about that day you and Megan went driving in her mums car” Hoping she would tell me more I waited.

“Oh yeah, that was a fun day”

“You guys said nothing interesting happened.”

“Yeah nothing happened”

“Are you sure?”

There was dead silence on the other side of the phone.

“Yeah nothing happened.”

“Look Megan’s dead and I just want to know what happened that day”

“Uh, fine.”

I was getting excited that I was getting somewhere. Maybe I could finally figure out what was going on, but if its what I think it is, then I really don’t want to know at the same time.

“Well Megan came to pick me up right”

“Yeah and then you came to my house?”

“Yep, but when you didn’t come with us Megan decided we were going to have extra fun without you”

“You couldn’t have had normal fun without me.” I asked knowing that Megan was a drama queen.

“You know Megan!”

“Yep okay, what happened then?” I asked curiously.

“Well your lucky you didn’t come.”

“Why?”

“Megan and I did something really bad. We were driving and she wasn’t paying attention to the road and I was starting to freak out. I asked her to slow down but she did the opposite. So when she sped up she hit something. But we didn’t know what it was so we just kept driving. When she got home I saw the news. We had hit that boy. Max Beagle.” Sarah said starting to cry.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep, they described the car perfectly.” She said sobbing

“Okay well, I have to go.”

“Wait!”

“What Sarah?”

“You have to know that we didn’t mean to do it!”

“I believe you!”

I hung up the phone and layed on my bed. They were the ones who killed that boy, which means my dad did kill her. My mums name was in my head. Grace Philips was in my head. My dad had killed my mum and for some reason I believed it. He always said that she was getting too stressed and made everyone else in the house stressed. That’s when we took her to the doctors and he gave her sleeping pills so she could sleep more. They said she died form an overdose. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and I started to cry thinking about her. I still had some of her cloths that smelt like her. She had died fro an overdose, but my sister and I knew that dad had been giving her more then she should have been taking.

“You haven’t taken all of your tablets!” Dad would say.

“I know how many I need to take and I’ve taken them all.” Mum would reply.

“You know you’re out of it, and I know what I’m talking about”

“I’m only out of it because I’ve taken them all!”

But by the end of the day dad would have convinced her that she hadn’t taken all of her tablets and she would take another. Becca and I would just watch from afar. She was old enough to do something about it, but I knew that if I said anything, he could or maybe would have done something to me. It wasn’t a shock to realise that he was the reason she was dead. Life was like hell without her. He gave Becca all of the power over me, made me clean the house and cook the food. I was the person who did everything and I was willing to do it. I was willing to do it because I though that he had tried everything to save her.

I walked downstairs to see Becca sitting on the couch watching 16 and pregnant. The only show that ever seems to amuse her. I could smell her body odor from half way down the stairs. I could tell she hadn’t showered in days. I walked in from of her and blocked the TV.

“What do you want?!” She yelled angrily.

“Do you know how mum died?”

“Overdose and you know that, no move!”

“Do you know how she overdosed?” I started to get angry.

“No I don’t, now move!”

“Dad did it to her! And you know it!” I yelled.

Becca looked at me blankly like she had never seen me this angry before. This was true in some cases because I had only ever been this angry at dad.

“So you know.” She said quietly.

“I always knew and you never told me”

“I thought you were to young to have seen it.”

“I saw everything!” I stormed up the stairs to my bedroom and slammed the door shut.

I had felt bad about yelling at Becca, but the way that she was acting the past few days has been terrible and now I knew everything. She knew what was going on and did nothing about it. She lied to me and acted like it was an accident and now everything was out in the open. I layed in bed and couldn’t fall asleep. I was still angry and the talking from the TV downstairs wasn’t helping. I heard Becca stomp up the stairs and into her bedroom. She was angry as well. I layed my head on the soft pillow and grabbed a shirt from under it. I put it next to me and closed my eyes, falling asleep to the smell of my mum.

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The next morning I went to school. Not as happy as I could have been that’s for sure. By lunchtime, I found my self in the girl’s bathroom with Sarah standing next to me. I started to tell her about everything that I had figured out and she didn’t seem like she understood any of it. I left her in silence and when I saw her next everything started to fall apart.