tw: this chapter deals with the events of what happened with Jessica and may be triggering to some. please be careful. —— MESSAGES today 5:02 AM
justin😚 hey, i know it's early but i was gonna go to the beach
justin😚 kind of wanted to enjoy things before i testify, you know? i wanted to know if you wanted to come.
hilarie😇 yeah, i'll come.
hilarie😇 want me to bring breakfast or anything?
justin😚 no it's okay. i'm actually getting bagels right now
hilarie😇 you're literally my hero. i've always been too lazy to get breakfast other than cereal.
justin😚 well i'm honored.
justin😚 i should be there in 10
hilarie😇 me too.
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"Thanks for the invite. You picked a good morning." I told him, sitting on the blanket I laid out.
"I wanted to enjoy things. I don't know how everything is going to go today and it scares me." Justin admits, avoiding eye contact with me.
"I'm proud of you, Justin. I know we haven't really been friends for long but I've seen you do a 180. You don't deserve what's happening to you. But you've come so far. And no matter what happens, you've got me, Clay, Alex, Zach and the rest of them. I promise you that."
"You mean that?"
"100%. No matter what happens, we got you." I took a sip of my drink and continued. "What scares you the most about today?"
"I think Bryce getting off the hook. I don't care what happens to me. I would hate for him to be walking around like nothing happened." Justin sighed. "But we all know that's whats gonna happen."
I didn't even know how to answer that. Justin was right. Bryce had fancy lawyers and what not. If Bryce were to kill someone, they'd find a way to get him out of it. It wasn't right.
"Did you ever talk to Sheri?" He asked me.
I scoffed. "After thinking about, I think it's best if I don't." I muttered, picking at my nails.
"Why not?"
"I know myself and I know that I would explode on her about it. The more I think about the situation, the more irritated it makes me."
"What do you mean?"
"All I'm saying is that I think my parents would rather have me home after curfew after I called to report a stop sign, instead of being home on time and constantly thinking about that corner intersection. Yeah, sure, she would've been in trouble, but at least Jeff would still be here." I exhaled, watching the ocean. "I miss him."
