The Nanny ✔

#3

Sophie's POV

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I tap my fingers on the reading table mindlessly, staring at the picture of Tatiana Manaois, my favorite artiste and a popular singer when my ringing tone blares into life.

I pick it absentmindedly but stiffen when I see the caller and my eyes roll on their own accord before I swipe on the screen. "Hi."

"Hey." Wonder says in a cheerful tone, as if she didn't call me stuck up at school.

"Yo, whassup?"

"Everything's fine, how did your day go?" We're asking each other questions casually, which means we both don't want to broach the issue about our recent argument.

"Fine as usual. What about you?" I mumble. I hate when we fight but some things can't go on.

"I'm good." She replies slowly.

"You don't sound like it."

"I Just want to apologize for how I behaved earlier on. It wasn't called for." She murmurs. I do an eye roll again, feeling like smashing something against the wall as the irritation slowly builds up me but I know the phone in my hand isn't a good option so I keep my cool.

I don't have money to get another one yet and I can't afford to think of an explanation for my mom.

"Oh, so now you know?" I spit. She's fond of saying demeaning things about me, making me feel less of myself, sucking up to those that can give her the attention of those in the higher class and better connections in school.

"I'm trying to make up for my mistake, you know?" She almost snaps. I know she's close to loosing her cool.

She never tries to make anything better, only if she needs a help in return.

"You're getting better." I can't keep the sarcasm from my voice. She has always been the strong headed freak who calls herself my friend since the beginning. Always wanting to roll with the popular crew and have a better taste of what life never offered her.

Always envious of the rich and wanting to be among them. She doesn't know, everyone, even the rich, has their own share of problems.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She demands slowly.

I know the anger is brewing. She has always had anger issues and that's why I always kept from telling her my mind but I don't really care about her reaction anymore.

"It means, face the reality dear. You've never been good at giving advises so face the fuckin' music and accept when someone tells you something. You need to live a better life and stop sucking up to people. You'll only end up feeling less of yourself as you depend on them and take their bullshit. It's not worth it." I advise.

"I didn't ask for your advice, dumbo."

A groan rips off my throat as I lie on my back to stare at the ceiling. "And that's why you're still like this. You never take anyone's advise."

Her breathing becomes ragged as she fills the phones speaker with sounds of harsh breath intake.

"You know what? You're a stuck up bitch and no one can love you. That's why your step dad tried to rape you and your mom doesn't care a teeny but about you. Yes, I heard Edward trying to tell his mom on the phone about all your little problems before you surprisingly killed him."

I do a sharp breath intake at this.

My eyes blur at the information and my hands begin to shake.

No no no no no.

I didn't kill Edward. He, I and Wonder were best friends and she had always been envious of the special likeness he had towards me but I didn't kill him.

My heart palpitates as I go in and out of the lucid stare. I've never felt something like this before and my head floats as I gather the information. She obviously never stopped loving Edward even after he died a while back but Edward always liked me and not her.

It was only because of him she had become friends with me, and that was since High school.

Edward was the schools nerd, but the handsome nerd with eyes that pierced into ones soul and perfect facial structures. As a boy, he had been the most handsome in our class and even growing up, he didn't disappoint because his cheeks grew bonier and manlier, his round nose became a bit longer and his rosy lips remained.

I didn't know she still had a grudge on me since he was hit by a car last year.

I didn't know the day would come where she would ever accuse me of being behind his sudden death.

I didn't know she was never really a friend but a hypocrite.

"We both know he was ran down by a car." I mumble, allowing my lips tremble slowly as if it would convey the message faster to her.

"You murdered him!"

"N-no. I-oh my god, I didn't."

"You're a bitch and you killed my Eddie!"

She groans and the sound of glass shattering follows. Heartbreaking.

"I didn't kill him." I choke out with fear. I can't believe she would accuse me of something so treacherous. I sob, feeling the pain in my heart suffocate me.

"If he hadn't been hurrying somewhere to help you after you called him when your step daddy attempted to rape you again, he'd still be alive." She screams. I hear something else break in the background. Again.

"What do you want to gain from all this?" I sit up and stare ahead.

"You know I'll tell you the truth to your ugly fat ass face."

"Just say it!"

"Wake up. You're not the only one having problems so stop being so stupid. Stop running to others and thinking they don't have their lives to live. Stop judging others or giving your stupid half assed advises. Stop thinking you're perfect, you slut. Fight for your dumbass self. Bitch!" She screams, a choke of sob following her words, then the line goes dead.

Blood drains out of me.

Staring at the five foot length glass beside my roughly carved wooden reading table, I sit rooted on my bed, allowing the tears drop slowly and painfully.

I wish this never happened. I feel every vein throb as blood pumps rapidly in my brain.

I wish Edward didn't die, but then if he hadn't died last year then I wouldn't have known how obsessed Wonder had been over him.

The door opens and closes slowly, but I don't bother raising my head up since I assume it's just my mom.

Only when I hear his voice do I find it in me to raise my head up quickly, alarm already ringing in my system.

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I'm reaching out to everyone that thinks it's their fault out there. It's not your fault.

Stop berating yourself. It's not easy but it will be worth it when you allow yourself to stop feeling guilty. Guilt won't undo the deed that has been done. I don't expect you to believe me but I LOVE YOU!