Inescapable Game of Tag

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Sophie

As I expected, when I woke up, I found that George and Lauren were absolutely livid with outrage and blowing up the hospital's phones and emails as well. I was satisfied, immensely. I tried calling Lauren back, but the line was busy. More satisfaction.

I heard her calling back while I was showering. I let it ring, taking my time getting out and dried and dressed before sitting myself in the kitchen, calling her back one more time. Yep, she was most definitely outraged.

While on the phone with her, I went around to make my breakfast. "Yeah, that's exactly what I told that lady!" I was sloppily speaking with the oatmeal still dribbling from my mouth. "She said some stuff about not wanting to worry us, or whatever."

"They're ridiculous. What was that lady's name, anyway? George and I are trying to contact her but they won't give us her information! I guess they weren't even expecting us to find out. I mean, if you found out, of course you'd tell us!"

"Of course I would. Oh, and her name's Juliet Hart." I felt a shameful tinge at my cheeks for remembering her last name, as well. Wow, your last name is love! I lied a lot yesterday, but definitely not about thinking about her.

"Juliet Hart..." She said it slowly, most likely writing it down for when she or George call the hospital later on, yet again. "She's new, right? I've never heard any name like that!"

"I'm pretty sure she's new, she's pretty young."

"And yet she had so much control, this is absolutely ridiculous. This could...! Sophie, will you be at home today? Or, are you doing any work?"

I stopped chewing my oatmeal, brow furrowing, "Nah, I'm work free today. Why?"

"Okay," She was still speaking rapidly, heated up, "Then George and I will be on our way after noon, alright? We need to talk about this and see you."

I almost choked, "Wha - What? Wait, but-!" Too late, she hung up. For about a second, I wondered if tattling was really worth this. Oh, great, now I had work to do. Tidy up the place, make some actual food, stock food up so it doesn't look like I was starving again. Plus, I most definitely had to mentally charge myself for what was to come.

The pictures from last night were still up in my cell phone's gallery. I gave a long, frowning look at the one with Blake and I for quite some time, and then I remembered someone I had yet to tell.

Sitting up in the couch, I entered through my cousin Kylie's contact. Just when I sent her the photo, I received one, from a different contact. I blinked, opening it up. Roger.

Goood morning!! I have a headache, haha

It wasn't even morning anymore, it was almost noon.

A bit annoyed, I responded his his upcoming string of messages, waiting for Kylie's. I didn't want anyone to know that I visited Blake, but I guess, since she's been great at keeping it a secret, it was best to have been her.

That blocked memory of me spilling the beans was a blur. From an emotional drinking binge, my younger cousin had come in to talk to me, as I never really talked to her before in other circumstances. I apparently spilled it there, and she waited in horror until I woke up to get some real confirmation.

Tell me you don't visit that murderer.

I told her I did.

Telling her the truth and persuading her into my secrecy seemed a better option than to deny it and lead her to tell other family members. You've gotta trap them quick. So far, she's been a good confider. She doesn't fathom it, how I can visit the murderer of my family and friends, but really, neither can I, so I can't really blame her.