One Reason

~Chapter Nine~

They lied to me. Right to my face. My emotions are struggling between fear and anger. I fear this stalker, watching my friends and me. Or I am angry, at the fact that my two best friends lied to my face.

I hear my phone ring from under my seat. I slowly reach down grabbing it, reading the text from unknown,

'Surprised? I sure am.'

My fear for this stalker starts to seep.

'Leave me and my friends alone.'

A test quickly sends in seconds,

'Why are you mad at me? We are friends. I tell you the secrets your friends won't. Who's your true friend?'

Who are my true friends?

My phone begin to ring as a call was coming through. I cautiously pick up the phone.

Melody.

I answer the phone, putting it up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Melody. I was wondering if you could come over."

"What for?" Melody and I never hung out. She never made an effort to because dating her brother and all makes it awkward?

"I am writing my second story on Louis's death. Hannah isn't answering her phone and Dustin says he won't help me. I just want an interview. Talk about how his life was."

I hesitate, suddenly a text comes up onto my phone.

'Go and spill all his secrets or the video goes public. Just like Tori's picture.'

Blackmailing me, again.

"Uh, yeah, I'll be over soon."

I hang up the phone, sitting back into the drivers seat, starting up my truck.

-

"Thanks for coming. I know this seems awkward." Melody shuts the front door behind me. I take off my shoes, facing towards her.

"No, it isn't. We should get to know each other more," I say, placing my shoes and bag at the front door hallway. "Is Dustin here?"

"No, he's out. Sorry." She makes her way to the stairs, swiftly going up them.

"It's okay. I didn't want him to distract me from the interview." I smile up at Melody, following her up the stairs.

We make it up to her room. Her walls bright white, along with her white sheets. The smell of vanilla was in the air. Melody walked over to her desk, her laptop open to a word document. She sits down, turning to me.

"Here, sit down." She pushes out a chair for me to sit down.

I walk over, sitting down next to her. I glance over at her as she begins to type stuff down into the document. Her wavy brown hair and brown eyes matched those to Dustin.

My phone begins to ring, 'mom' pops up on the phone. I stand up.

"I am sorry. one second. I forgot to tell my mom. She's probably worried." I quickly answer, walking out into the hallway.

"Hey mom."

"Why aren't you home? I saw your truck in the driveway."