Truths Unravel

Chapter #12

"Girls, wake up. Emory, Zalia, time to go."

I hear Mrs. Ortega, Emory's mom, telling us to wake up. I try to ignore her and sleep, but soon enough she pulls the blanket off of us. Emory grouchily gets up first.

"Ok, mom. I got the message. I'm up!" Emory says sleepily.

Once Mrs. Ortega is gone, Emory turns to me and whispers, "You're not going to school after what happened, right?"

I just nod my head, while my eyes are still closed. I don't feel like speaking.

"I'll tell my mom you're not feeling well. She'll let you stay, but, she's going to make me go, so there's no point in telling her I want to stay, too."

I make a sound that almost sounds like an ok, and fall back to sleep. Once I'm sure that Emory has left for school, I jump out of bed and grab all my stuff. I decided last night that I can't wait until Friday to sneak into my house; I must go now.

When it's 8:45, I run down the stairs and through the front door. Emory's mom is at work for sure, so no one is in my way. I run to my house because I'm too restless, and once I reach the porch of my house, I try to be as silent as I can be. I slowly get the door ajar and skip over the creaky floorboards. I hear snoring coming from the kitchen and enter to see Isaac's blood splattered on the floor and a bandage covering most of his head. I feel a bit sorry for him, even after everything he's done to me.

I remember what I came to do and leave the kitchen, quietly. I climb the stairs, making as little sound as possible, and get to my room. What I see makes my heart sink.

All the research and articles on my parent's case are messed up on the floor. Pictures are ripped and some of my lamps lay broken on the ground. My bed is messed up as well, with the mattress flipped over to its side.

I crumble to the ground and try to gather everything that could still help. Galvos is near a place named sunny, and I need to find the article where I saw that on. I keep scanning every paper until I finally find the paper with sunny on it.

The article reads, "Galvos, Cara, and Ryker. The trio of Galendio, Alabama. So many memories at Sunny Creek Park for them. We dedicate..."

I stop reading because I found what I was looking for. Galvos is hiding near sunny Creek Park. I knew something sounded familiar. Now, I have to get to that park, which is 45 minutes away from here. Maybe I should go on Saturday or...

Before I can finish my thought, I'm hit with something solid. Pain is flooding through my head and my vision becomes darker. I'm slowly going unconscious, but before I'm out cold, I hear a deep voice say, "Too much has been compromised."

Thinking causes too much pain right now, so I let myself drift away; drift into darkness.