Trudy's p.o.v
I walked out my room and walked to my mom’s room where she use to sleep
when her and dad got in fights, which happened a lot in her last day but i could evner
hear there exact words but i could tell it was an argument. I open the door and stepped
in. it smells like mom. I miss her so much her laugh, her smile. I walk out the room
feeling much better. Time to go.
**********************************************************
Greyson P.O.V
ONE DAY BEFORE…….( I can’t believe i did it but I did it for the best). Beep
Beep Beep………. Ring ring “ Hello what’s your emergency” “ Abuse, not me a friend. I
ha ve a video as proof”. “Ok and who is it i am speaking to?” “oh my name is Greyson
but you can call me Grey, cuz i’m cool like that” Ok and how old are you Grey?” “I’m 18
years old” alright where is this friend” “she lives right door next to me but could you
come over to my house first” “ok”.
Ten minutes later
Knock knock, “Hello officer come in” so the receiver at my precinct told me to call
you Grey” “yes sir, come right this way let me get you the video and you will be on your
way” ok are your parents home.” “No” I said in a harsh conversation ending tone.”here’s
the video. I copied it on a CD.” “ok thank you i will take this to my office watch it then
head over to your friend’s place.
*******************************************************
Trudy’s P.O.V
“Ok i hacked the police database and …….. There,the video was uploaded in the
police system a day ago. A report of abuse? Why are you so interested in this?”
“Because i trusted someone”
**********************************************
Dad’s P.O.V
Why….,it’s a question i ask myself. Why? Why do i this to my family? Guilt, it’s
eating me away from the inside out. I am a killer. I killed my wife i am killing my
daughter.I am not the father i should be. I am going to make it right,if it’s the last thing i
do. Trudy needs to know that everything i do is t- Bang Bang Bang smash. I jumped
up and out of my thoughts and ran down stairs to find the NYPD searching the house.
My house. “Hello who are you to be searching my house do you have a warrenty”
“Mr.Killer you are under arrest.” all i could do was sit and cry.
********************************
YOU ARE READING
The Friends We Use To Be
Teen Fiction"The days pass painfully and slowly. Now i know what Trudy felt that emptiness inside. I pray that Trudy can find forgiveness in her heart." Trudy a normal girl with a not so normal secret life. Greyson typical badboy with some secrets of his own. W...
