A young 14-year-old boy is accused of a murder that took place one night. He has no clue of his name. More trouble will arise as he knows exactly what happened that horrifying night. Strange figures are after him. Why are they after him? And what ki...
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"...Thank you," Lexie had said previously. Sync and Lexie are reading the books evenly. They're trying to figure out all the clues that fit certain criteria. Sync does not know what Lexie is up to. Although he's curious to know.
After going through a few pages, Lexie found useful information in her book. The book she was reading talked about why someone would have so much hate against another person.
"Look," she says to Sync. She continues, "For someone to hate, it has to be of their past. Something or someone can trigger a negative emotion. It is said that it could be of friends or family."
"True," Sync says. He continues, "My relationship with my dad is not the best." "What do you mean?" Sync answers, "Well, he would always drink. Each time he drank, his reasoning was not sufficient. It was weak. He would always act as if he were the one suffering. In reality, my family was suffering. I was the one who always had the most strength. I wanted to figure out how to maintain a stable family. To do that, I studied college-level psychology while reading the books here. It would've been a benefit for my family and my mental health. My dad's actions weren't too severe until one specific night. That night has affected my mind completely."
"What happened to you that night?" Lexie asks. "What happened that night does not include me. It only includes my mother and my two sisters. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard my mother say, "You are not going to take my baby girl!" She repeated it three consecutive times. The frightening conversation could be heard from my room.
Not wanting to get out, I heard my father's voice getting closer to the living room in anger. I heard my mother and sister. I imagined the scenario. I'd say my sister and my mother were very close to each other. I heard my mother say to my sister, "Call 911! Do it! Do it!"
"What was your father's action for your family to call 911?" Lexie asks. "They were scared because my father acted more violently than usual when drunk." "How?" "He threw a fan hard to the ground, and it broke. He was full of anger, for no reason. Just like always.
When my sister called 911, I could hear her gasping. Judging by her voice, she was trying to hold in her tears. Once she was done, my father repeated these words, "Is that what you all want?" "And you didn't even bother to get up and do something!?"
Sync looked straight into Lexie's eyes. He raises his voice to Lexie, "What could I have done!? Hit my father!? He knows how to block every fucking move! Is it even right to beat up my father!? Do you think he would reason with me? He's never reasonable, even when he's not drunk! Plus, I wasn't done with my damn story!!!"
"We don't all reason at times. I'm sorry, Sync." Lexie States. Sync calms his thoughts. His eyes look very pale and frozen on Lexie. "Sync? Sync?"
Sync comes back to reality. He says, "I'm fine. Sorry." "Should we continue revising these books?" Lexie asks. "Lexie, can I ask you something personal?" "Sure."
