Tres Belle

Chills

One week has gone by . I haven't gone to school since. Im in no mood to be writing , talking , reading or being Around people i don't care for. Im feeling a little bit better.

Today i finally managed to get out of bed the past week all i have been doing is sitting in my bed thinking of all the memories and thoughts of Rosie

I already took a shower and curled my hair and decided not to put on makeup just in case i have a breakdown .

I run down the stairs and go in the kitchen. Im actually quite hungry so i made myself some pancakes and orange juice. I check my phone and see i have 1 new message.

Opening my message box while taking a bite out of my delicious pancake with melted butter on top, i see a message from harry.

Oh yeaaah , harry i kinda forgot about him after All thats happened.

The message reads:

"Hey Beth! I was wondering if you wanted to grab some ice cream and hang out ;) "

"Yeah sure that sounds fun!" I text back.

i just need to have a little fun instead of staying in my bed staring at boring blank walls.

"Ok ill pick you up at 2:00 !"

Yay! I hope this turns out to be a great trip !

Im pretty much all ready i just need to pick out some cute clothes.

I decide on wearing a tribal light sweater with white jeans that are actually pretty tight, with brown combat boots. My boots are really comfortable .

I run downstairs and take my bag and stuff a cold water bottle in there.

I hear a knock on my front door . I hope its harry.

I open the door and it has that annoying creak noise. my dad never fixed that but i think he purposely left it there.

Its just the mail man. Oh well. I just signed for my dads package and took it.

I hear a knock on my door and this time i hope its harry.

I open the door once again hearing the loud creaky noise of my door to find harry !

"Hey you ready?" he smiles

"Tres belle ." he says eyeing my body and outfit

Tres belle, something my mom used to always tell me. its french for Very Beautiful.

"Never been more ready!" i smile back

Whoa. Im actually smiling ! It feels really good. i haven't smiled like this in a long time.

"What would we call this?" I say trying to hide the smile growing on my face.

"Call what exactly?" he says with the cute smirk on his face.

"...this." i say

"Twerking ..."

" noooo ahahah!" I playfully hit him

"Im just playing" he stares into my eyes. Green eyes burning into my eyes. They are beautiful. i can see the little sparkle in his eyes. " a date. Were going on a date." he proud fully smiles.

He parks the car into one of the first spots and gets out of the car to open my door and take my hand to help me get up.

"Thank you." i tried to keep away my smile and my cheeks blushing provably the light pink they always do.

"Its no problem" he says

We walk into the ice cream parlor . Hmm i think ill get the vanilla .

"Hi welcome to John's ice cream what flavor would you to want today." the lady says with a cheery voice.

"Uhh ill just take the strawberry sherbert and she will take..." He says

"Ill just take the pain vanilla flavor. Thanks " i smile at the lady than back at harry.

After we get our ice cream we sit outside on a table with a dark green umbrella for shade. Harry seems really sweet.

"So tell me a bit about yourself , beth." He says with a smile

"Well my mom past away about 2years ago, which im still coping with. Now my best friend Rosie as you know .. Passed away.. Which you probably know its been all over the news and headlines."

"Uhm..beth ..theres something i should tell you.." He says with a insecure face and a sad face takes over his happy one.

Whats going on...

" 2 years ago.. I .. I.. Uhm.. Murdered a woman." He says hands covering up his face with shame

I don't know what to say but i scoot away a little.

"Who?!" i say in shock

"Idk her name but its uhh.. tammy. Yeah tammy mota or something."

Wait what. Thats the sane name as my mom and the same time she died.

"What did she look like?!" i shout

"She had dark brown hair and brown eyes about 5'2."

He just described my mom

"WHAT THE FUCK?! you just described my mom !"

"That explains it you guys look so much and strangely alike."

Tears begin to roll down my cheeks. Because of this BASTARD my mom is dead.

"Wait !! Don't leave i can explain." He says while trying to hold me with his hands

"NO !!! You fucking son of satan go to hell ! " i shout getting about 5 peoples attention .

I don't know what i feel. i had feelings for someone who...who..murdered my mom.

Careless bitch ugggh i could kill him right now. what has my life come to.

I have nobody.. Nobody expect my dad.

If wish i had Rosie here.

I get a phone car from a restricted phone number i stupidly answer it.

"Hey uhm give me five minutes just five minutes to explain.. Just five mins." He says with a shaky voice

"Fine. the clocks ticking.."

"Okay me and your dad hanged out a lot. We were partners in crime literally. He was having some problems with your mom he just couldn't stand her. He brought her to my house to introduce her at least thats what your mom thought . He brought her to the basement where thick bed sheets were spread across the floor and shot her dead. i ran down and screamed at him he pointed the gun to me and told me to help clean this mess so i did i helped him putt the body in the water. a couple years later they found her body but they never caught us .. yet.. surprisingly . You better get away from your father. he can kill you just as easily he did your mom."

Chills run through my body. How do i know this is true . But somehow i know it is.