Chapter 9: The Truth

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Friday. 10:37 am.

I've been thinking about talking to Matt since I found out about his past on Sunday. The idea has been in my mind all week as I've been contemplating about doing it. I think I've built up enough courage to be straight forward with him and trust that he will give me the truth. Whether or not what I've been told is true or not.

I'm just lying on my bed this morning on instagram trying to kill time. I might as well get this over with before it bugs me any longer. So I head downstairs and try to slip through the door without my dad noticing me. I make it outside successfully and slowly make my way over to his house.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." I whisper to myself before ringing Matt's doorbell.

The scary part isn't talking to him but rather what I'm talking to him about. I'm ready to face this thing rather than push it aside like I've done in the past. But my thoughts are interrupted as Matt himself comes to the door.

"Hey," He simply says.

"Hey, do you um have a minute to talk?" I ask a little timidly.

"Yeah I think I can spare a few. What's on your mind?"

"If you don't mind, maybe we could walk around the block while we talk?" I ask.

"Yeah sure, one second while I grab my shoes."

After he puts on some sneakers and heads out, we start to walk a little in silence. Before I just come right out with it.

"So I don't mean to get into your personal business but I've heard about your past and why a lot of people want you so badly."

He looks at me for a second with no particular expression before saying, "What exactly have you heard about me?"

"That's not really what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to hear what you have to say about your past. And if you would tell me why so many people are after you?"

With no response from him I simply state, "I just want to hear the truth."

As the silence dragged on I was starting to feel like this attempt was a lost cause until he said, "Well I don't know where to start."

"Well why are so many people after you? Then you can explain how your past got intertwined with it."

"Well everyone of Eric's...minions, I like to call them, is after me because they think I landed Eric in jail. But I didn't. "

"You didn't take any part in it?" I questioned him.

"Nope. He simply sold drugs to any other guy that he would and the guy just happened to OD on Eric's drugs. So I guess the police managed to track down the dealer and now Eric is in jail."

"Makes sense. Go on."

"Well both Eric and our lives were falling apart at the same time with our parents on the verge of divorce; we conveniently ended up selling drugs as an excuse to leave our houses. I'm not proud of it now but I stopped doing it a while ago after I saw what the drugs did to people. I never did the drugs I only sold them."

"Okay well I heard after Eric left Chicago you continued to sell his drugs but under his name." I questioned

"That's not true though. Why would I sell drugs under Eric's name if people who buy drugs already know my name and have seen my face?"

"You have a good point. But why are people after you then?"

"I thought they knew about my history of selling drugs with Eric and how I hang out with junkies a lot. I thought maybe they think I caused the junkie to overdose and die?"

"No. They think you came to Hawley to follow Eric and tarnish his drug dealing record here."

"Why would I ever do that? I came to see my mom; that's what you do when your parents are divorced."

"Wait, then who's selling drugs in Chicago under Eric's name?"

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(Insert upside down ?) Hola, como estas?

Yeah this update is long over waited and I think imma just stop saying it every chapter. I don't even know if I still have any readers that still had hope I would update.

Let's just say school & life has been a lot and I have the time management skills of a baboon.

I kind of have a direction for the book now but I'm still need to work out the kinks. My only real goal set in stone is to proofread the whole book over again and make this book less cringy.

I'm updating this book at 1:23 am and I have to get up for school in 5ish hours so good night.

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