Her Story

Chapter Seven: Journal Entry #2

Her Story  

Chapter Seven: Journal Entry #2     (Day Continued)

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                             January 30th, 2014

    Dear Diary,

    Today was my second visit to Dr. Bowen. It was tough. That’s all I can say. It was completely and utterly tough. I thought I could open up about it, but I guess I was wrong. I mean, I planned on telling him the whole story in just one visit; it’s not that long of a story, but I choked.

    Anyway, enough about that depressing crap, let’s move on to talk about the new neighbors who moved in to that more than gorgeous house across the street.

     The Prescott’s.

    Melanie Prescott: Mother of two, and a wife. She’s really nice, kind of proper but really sweet. I’d say she’s about forty or so; give or take.

    Darrell Prescott: Father of two (obviously) and Melanie’s husband. He’s kind, but at first, I was afraid to shake his hand, but… he didn’t bite, so I guess its okay. I’d say he’s over forty-five.

    Jessie Prescott: She sooo adorable. She has these little brown curls, big blue eyes, and such a cute baby face. She’s sweet as candy and I’d say she’s only about six or seven, even though she’s so tiny.

    And then there’s the older brother.

    Jace Prescott: Tall, handsome, charming, and kind of cocky. When they came over five days ago, I never did get to meet Jace. Well, I kind of did. My back met his chest before I turned around and ran like I was on fire. I got scared, sheesh. I have been jumpy ever since and some physical contact scares me. Anyway, I met him at the park the other day when I went for a run. I haven’t ran in a while, so at the time, it was an okay idea. Anyway, I ended up running t the old park I used to always go to, so I decided to swing for a bit and just as I was leaving, he stopped me. I got scared, and came close to bringing out my pepper spray. Good thing I didn’t, whew.

    He introduced himself and brought up how I ran, so… I kind of got word vomit and ended up telling him I had had diarrhea. I just wanted the earth to open and up and swallow me whole. No joke. He didn’t believe what I told him and said I was a bad lair. I am not! I mean, I never really lie… but when I do, I’m sure its convincible enough. But, somehow, he knew that I had lied, told me he’d get the truth out of me one day, and then asked me to be his friend. I didn’t know him, I still don’t. So, I agreed to be acquaintances only. Which, now I feel stupid for even agreeing to be that.

    I don’t know this kid. I don’t know where he came from, other than the state; Florida. I don’t know his background, what he’s like, or anything. He could be a serial killer for all I know!

    Which makes me worry and also brings up the question: What have I done?

    —Ella Grace Rose.

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                                              January 31st, 2014

    “Ella!” I trudged down stairs the next morning to the smell of waffles wafting around the house.

    Mom was in the kitchen in a floral dress and gold flat’s on, drinking coffee as she leant against the counter.