A Year After Losing Kayla

Chapter 5

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Chapter 5:

I couldn't breathe. My Dad, he wasn't a monster. Was he? He would never do something like that, but Kayla wouldn't lie in a notebook. Nobody would read it so there was no need to lie in it. I wanted nothing to do with my dad anymore. Then it dawned on me. The Baby! It was Dad's baby, not Tommy's. Tommy, I hadn't waited for him. I ran over to his house and knocked on the door. I tried to wipe my eyes but it was obvious I had been crying because my eyes were red and swollen. Thankfully Tommy answered the door. As soon as I saw him I started crying again. He pulled me inside and up to his room. He sat down on the bed with me and hugged me close.

'What's happened Babe?' He asked, stroking my hair. I couldn't look him in the eye as I said it. I didn't want to say it because I didn't want to believe it myself.

'My Dad....' I began, but I just couldn't get it out. Then Tommy got worried.

'Your Dad? What's he done?' He then looked me straight in the eye. 'He isn't making you go back is he?' He asked, with a hint of worry in his voice. I shook my head and Tommy let out a relieved breathe. I said it. I said it quickly so I wouldn't chicken out.

'My Dad was the father of Kayla's baby.' I waited, I waited for Tommy's reaction. He just stared at me in disbelief. He then let go of me and stood up. He paced the room for a second whilst I tried to think of something to say. Something to calm him down slightly. But what could I say? He stopped pacing.

'I'm gonna kill that bastard.' He said calmly. But Tommy was anything but calm. He punched the wall beside him, he leaned his back to the wall and slid down so he was sitting on the floor. He rubbed his fist he had used to punch the wall. I went and sat next to him. He looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. 'I'm sorry' He said. 'I shouldn't of lashed out like that.'

'Don't worry' I replied. 'You had every right to.' I rested my head on his shoulder. I waited for him to say something but he just sat there. I listen to the sound of his quick breathing. He then said something.

'How did you find out?' He asked, turning his head toward me slightly.

'Amy gave me a notebook Kayla had kept in her locker. It was in there.' I said. I then could hear a thumping sound. I lifted my head to see Tommy hitting the back of his head against the wall.

'I knew she had a notebook she wrote in somewhere. I just never really thought anything of it. God I'm so stupid!' He said.

'No you're not! How were you to know that she was writing stuff like this in there?' I replied to him. He stood up and took my hand, he pulled me up. He walked out the room still holding my hand and dragged me outside. 'Where are we going Tommy?' I asked him.

'We are going to read the notebook and maybe find out a few more answers or clues' He said. His voice had a hint of determination about it and I liked it. I was falling for my dead sister's boyfriend. God could things be any more complex?

I didn't breathe a word of my feelings to Tommy, to much was going on. We sat in my room together and read the book. It wasn't all writing, there were pages of school work and drawings. But the actual writing really upset me. Kayla had kept so much bottled up, I thought that we never had secrets. I told Kayla everything. I felt betrayed. And then, I felt like I didn't know anything about my Dad. He did horrible things to her.

Tommy left after a little while, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I let the ghosts in my head replay memories. Kayla's 13th birthday party. She had a disco party and all her friends were there. I was alone but Kayla made sure she danced with me. She looked so pretty that night. She wore a short and tight black skirt and floral top. She had curled her golden hair and put on subtle red lipstick. We danced the night away and Kayla and I mucked around when we helped Dad clean up after. We threw confetti at eachother and played tag whilst running round the tables.