Aquiver (Original)

Home Sweet Home

Becker made it home, Julie's notebook in the passenger seat. He got out of the car, holding the notebook in his hand. Locking the car, he went into Isabella's apartment.

"Hey baby!" Isabella said. She was cooking some food. "I hope you're okay with Spaghetti for dinner."

Becker smiled and went over, kissing her cheek. "That sounds wonderful," he replied. "Thank you, love."

Isabella smiled and winked. "You're welcome, dear." She replied. She finished up cooking and then got Becker a bowl, filling it up. "Here you are, love," she said. 

She saw the notebook in his hand as she handed him the food. "What's that?" she asked curiously.

"Oh...um...Julie's notebook. She gave it to me..." he replied.

"You're kidding." Isabella put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not. I promise. I just got back from the hospital. I poisoned her..."

Isabella almost choked on her food. "Becker, if they find out that it was you-" she began.

"They won't. I promise. I wiped away my fingerprints, footprints, and anything else that shows I was there."

Isabella looked at him, eyes wide. "Becker!" she squeaked. "You could go to jail for doing that!"

"They won't know cause Oliver helped me cover up my tracks after nurses found her dead."

Isabella nodded slightly. She finished up her dinner and looked at the notebook. "What's inside that?"

"No clue," he replied. "I haven't even opened it yet." He finished his food as well and put up his and her dishes. After, he sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to him. "Sit," he said smiling.

Isabella went over, eating a little bit of ice cream in a small bowl she had and she sat next to Becker. She leaned on him gently and Becker opened the book.

The first page had letters written to Becker from Julie. He skimmed through it and saw that the handwriting style had changed over the course of the journal. The beginning date of the first entry was when Becker had first started dating Julie. He looked at the last entry and saw it was today. Just hours earlier. Becker felt his heart sink, yet at the same time, he felt like he couldn't forgive her for what she'd done even though she had apologized.

Isabella finished her ice cream and got up to wash her bowl out. Becker got up, closing the journal, and he went to the bathroom in the bedroom.

Isabella heard the shower turn on and she bit her lip. She made sure everything was where it needed to be and she then turned on the TV. She knew Becker needed time to process everything even though he hadn't read any of the journal in-depth yet.

After showering, Becker laid on the bed. He was in a black t-shirt and sweatpants. He groaned slightly and then picked up the journal. He read it front to back in a few hours and with each entry that passed, his heart got more and more stone cold towards Julie.