T.R.I.G.G.E.R

T.R.I.G.G.E.R - #17

Ever since I went to my parents' hideout, I've had a lot of questions.

Who has been down there in the past six years? What were they doing there? What did they take, if anything?

Why did my parents keep all that money down there? Why didn't they exchange it for American money and put it in a bank?

And the biggest question; why did they have Evelyn's safe?

Nearly half of my questions will never get answered, I'm sure.

Because of my parents being dead and I don't know of anyone that they could've been tied to.

Even if I could find someone that could give me any kind of answers, they're most probably left behind in Russia.

With the rest of our lives...

Dammit!

This is all giving me a massive headache.

I get up from my position on the floor and strip down to my undewear.

Then, after locking my door, I curl up under the thick blanket on my bed.

I immediately feel the exhaustion creep through my body.

Everything turns dark, and I drift into a numb sleep.

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Wednesday.

The slowest day of the week. The day that everything seems so bland.

I frickin' hate Wednesdays.

Well, aside from this Wednesday.

Apparently, Tucker didn't show up to school today.

I don't know why, and I don't care why. I'm just glad he isn't here.

Which makes this day, so far, a good one.

"Jackie...?" I hear a female voice approach the table where me and Derrick sat during my lunch period.

"Isn't that your name?" She asks.

I just glance up at the girl in response.

Judging by the way she looks, she's a freshman. Maybe a sophomore.

After a full minute of nothing, the girl is still standing there.

I decide to answer her just to get her out of my face. "Can I help you?"

The girl holds out a folded piece of paper. "Someone asked me to give this to you."

"Who?" I asked and took the paper from her.

"I don't know his name." She mumbles and walks away.

I open the note to see what it says. Even though, passing notes is so fourth grade. I'm curious.

~

Meet me behind the school before lunch is over.

~

I snicker at whoever wrote the note, obviously thinking I would listen to them.

Meet some random behind the school? They must be out of their mind.

I crumble up the stupid note and throw it in the trash with my lunch tray.

When the bell rings, I make my way out of the cafeteria and start walking to my fourth period.

Which is, psychology. My favorite subject of all the years that I've been in school.

I don't know much about wanting to go to college later on, but if I do my major would be psychology. That's if I ever want to go to college.