My Dead Ex Girlfriend

Chapter 53

"You know who the killer is? Who is the killer tell me!"

"Is your mom Phillip." Said Jacob looking at me disapointed. 

"My mom! No way, she is way too catholic. She wouldn't do that, it's a sin." I Said to Jacob. He is talking crazy.

"I saw something Phillip. It was a closet..."

"Oh my God! A closet! We have a lot of closets here Jacob!"

"This closet was full field with pictures of Quinn, red candles, and knifes. There was a knife on Quinn's face."

"Quinn's real face?" I asked

"On a picture Phillip, be realistic, she is in a grave."

"I don't trust you. My mother would never do that. She always talk to me that killing people is bad and stuff. She didn't do it." 

"You need to trust me Phillip. She is the killer! Why won't you trust me?"

"Because I know my mom, she is not a killer nor did she killed Quinn." I sat down.

"She did! She is the killer, she killed Quinn!" Jacob said throwing his hands in the air. I sighed.

"If she was the killer, she would have talked about it. She would talk to me."

"Well, she didn't."

"You're talking crazy Jacob. My mom is not a killer."

"And why the closet? Why the obsession? She did it!"

"You're talking crazy." I repeated.

"Well, I see that we can't work together anymore. You are a dumbass." He said trying to leave.

"A dumbass that haves the best grade of the class."

"You're stupid. I'm out of here." Jacob took his jacket, opened the door and left.

My mom would never kill somebody. She is not a killer. I know that for sure. Why would she kill Quinn? Why would she say to me that killing is bad? 

"Hey honey." Said my mother as she entered to my room.

"Mother."

"I just wanted to make sure that you're okay." She said to me in a sweet tone. This is weird, she is always yelling at me.

"I'm okay. Thanks for asking."

"No problem."

"Did you actually, killed somebody?" I asked out of nowhere. My mother slapped me on my face.

"How dare you! You think I'm a killer? You must go to church Phillip! You're being crazy!" She Yelled at me. I touched my slapped face, it hurts a lot. My mother looked at me with disgust.

"I'm leaving now." She Said. She opened the door and left my room. Still in the pain, I laid on bed and thought about who is the killer.

I trust my mother and she is telling me the truth, I know that for sure, so my mom didn't killed anyone. Who might have been the killer? I still think that Rosemary is the killer. If it is not Rosemary, who would it be? I turn off the lights and fell asleep.

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At school I was getting bored with Math. I am not a math person, I realised. Every second that passed was one second less to get out.

"Phillip," the teacher said, "you know what's the answer?"

"53?" I said distracted.

"You'll go to detention Phillip. I cannot stand you being distracted."