Confessions

05| The House Of Memories

05 | The House Of Memories

September 7, 2018

                I sat there in car as I watched the Stewart family exit their home with pained expressions painted on their face. I know she's dead, but it didn't feel real until I saw them dressed in black. I shook my tears away. I need to stay focused. I can't let my emotions get in the way. I shook my head as I tried to control my breathing. Why am I crying? She stabbed me in the back. She said it herself; she never cared about me. I guess there's a small part of me that's holding on to the old her. Holding on to the girl, who used to be my family. No matter how much she hurt me, I still care about her.

               I frustrated yell left my lips as I slammed my fist into my driving wheel. Alica never cared about me. She wanted to see me suffer. The only thing she caused me was pain. But her death is killing me. It feels like I'm being ripped apart. I closed my eyes as my breaths became shorted.

             A knock on my window made me jump. I looked up to see a familiar pair of striking brown eyes. I tried to wipe the evidence of me crying away before opening my door.

            "Are you okay?" His deep voice whisperd.

            I scoffed. "Like you care? Can we just find the journal and leave?" He nodded, staying silent. I made sure that the Stewart family left the house by checking the drive way. I went to tell Nathan that the coast was clear but I found him on the porch.

           "What are you doing?' I whispered. He started to jiggle the door handle. I go to tell him it wasn't going to work, the door swung open.

            "That's what I was doing. Now hurry up and get inside before anyone spots us." He demands harshly.

             As soon as I enter the living room, I froze. Everything still looks the same. I never realized how much I missed being in this house until now. The memories of Alica and I watching movies on the ugly floral couch made my heart ache. We used to spend all money on food and movies just for the weekend. I used to love to stay up late talking to her because she was the only friend that didn't judge me when I made a mistake. Most times she would just be there for me.

            I walked into the kitchen and noticed that mother hasn't change the dinning room table's cloth. It was the last table cloth Alica touched before she died. Alicia's mother used to love to change the table cloth for any reason. She'd would have different types of table clothes in her closet for every holiday and season. I remember Alica complaining how tacky her mother way when she did it.

I let out a sad giggle as I shook my head. Someone clearing their throat made me turn around. "Do you know where she would hide something every important?" I had forgotten that he was in the house. All the happy memories flooded my head that I lost awareness to my surroundings.

I nodded my head. "H-her room. If she wanted to keep things from her parents, she would find a place in her room to put it."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Wouldn't they just go through her room?"

"No. Alica parents are her adopted parents. They wanted her room to be a place where she could be herself without her feeling trapped in a place, she doesn't belong in." I walked upstairs towards her room. "They wanted to let her know that she was trusted and that she belonged into their family."

The smell of Alicia's perfume smacked my face when I opened the door.

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