Secrets and Lies [COMPLETE]

Gwen (Chapter 31)

31

I couldn't find Rosetta anywhere today. I don't know how, or why, but that night had made us closer. All of us. No matter how much I tried to detach myself from them, I couldn't. The incident had done us good, in a bad way.

As I walked back home, I went through the things that had happened these past days. Out of all the bizarre things, one stuck out the most. James Black.
His eerie resemblance to Dave made my heart beat faster.

I decided to take a walk through the woods to clear my head. The woods were peaceful. I hadn't lied when I'd said that I'd been taking a walk that night. I do take walks through the woods except for the fact that that night I had a car. The night of their deaths I hadn't been in there for a walk., I'd gone to investigate.

My mind travelled back to Dave. No. It wasn't him, it couldn't be. Dave was dead, James Black was very much alive and looking into a case that had me in it.

I thought about how I tipped Bones off. I mean, it wasn't that hard to trace a phone call, was it? I'd called the police up and told them about the bodies in the woods. It wasn't very hard for me to modulate my voice in the call.

Claire had guessed and that had left me baffled. I thought she was one of the typical dumb, popular girls we watch on television. She wasn't.

The others don't know it was me. Yet. I doubt anyone except for Claire even know about the tip-off.

Idiots.

Dave. There my mind went again. It was silly of me to think about him. He was dead. D-E-A-D, I spelt in my mind. And it was all my fault.

My heart lurched at the thought of it.

No, it was Emma's fault. It wasn't yours. It was never your fault. Stop blaming yourself.

I tried to pacify my wild thoughts. I failed.

I kept thinking about that night. That night when I failed Dave.

He was so sweet, he didn't deserve to be punished the way he had been.

Drugs. That's what had happened. Of course, the initiative had been taken by Emma. That night, when we refused to do "the stuff" we were given a drink. I emptied mine on the ground when Emma wasn't looking. Dave wasn't so lucky, mainly because all of Emma's attention was in him. She liked him, I could tell.

Maybe she'd hoped to get him drunk and have some fun with him. Who knows?

Me drinking would have been the worst thing that night. That was till Emma decided to mix something in Dave's drink. After that, things went out of hand.

Out came a Dave I didn't know. He was dancing, and he didn't know how to, as far as I knew. I was in a bad shape as well and don't remember most of what happened that night. All I know for sure is that I told Dave I was leaving and he waved me off like he didn't care.

I didn't know what to think.

The next few days were a blur with Dave texting me he couldn't meet. Not today, tomorrow is a busy day, so on and so forth.

Soon, I was just one of the many flings he'd had. He changed.

I knew it when I saw his bloodshot eyes in the school hallways, his crazy antics and his slurred sentences. That night really got him fucked up.

And the then one day, out of nowhere, he was all over our little town's news. The journalist was screaming on the top of her lungs about how drugs were becoming increasingly popular with teenagers these days.

It all made sense.

It was simple, really. Dave had overdosed. Accidentally or intentionally, we'll never know.

Guess where it had all begun? The party. No surprise there.

Dave was kind of the reason why I'd wanted to leave Mexico for good. He was the inspiration behind this new version of me.

I halted abruptly. I'd come home.