The Journal [A Sequel To Maya's Diary]

Chapter Fourteen

I dimmed my eyes to a near slumber, resting my ached head on my family's living room couch. I couldn't think about anything and I thought about everything at the same time.

My mom appeared within minutes, bringing me some herbal tea. She claimed it had a way of numbing one's sour day, but I doubted anything could help me then.

"Have some tea dear," she said handing a cup over.

"Mom I'm broken," I bursted out into hot tears.

"No May. No matter whatever you are going through, you're not broken," she replied stroking my hair backwards. She moved closer and rested my weary head on her shoulders before adding, "You do realize that the word broken actually suggests that something can be fixed."

"Mom, I have something I need to tell you and I want you to believe me," I replied sitting up straight and covering myself up with my turquoise blanket. I was really down with morning sickness.

"Do tell," she replied with a smile. I hated to admit that her pretty smile, would be turned sour with the news I was about to break.

Dear Journal,
   It's been a while since I wrote in you.

My life has been horrible these past couple of days. Daniel is dead and I still don't know how to process this news within me. At first I thought Edward was bluffing about killing Daniel. Silly me. How can I ever think Edward would bluff about a crime.

When I walked down the stairs, something most certainly felt out of place. I saw two zagged lines, drawn with a thick crimson coloured liquid, which I later understood to be his blood. I could easily tell his body had been dragged down the stairs and into the basement after Edward slaughtered him.

I had to endure having to see Daniel bleed out in an upside position. His skin pigments had begun to wear off into a light shade of faded pink that I wasn't sure if that was completely normal. His lips gave away a grey color and it further confirmed that he had been robbed of life.

I really don't know how I survived that night. I think I passed out and I'm forever going to bear the guilt regarding his death. I know I cried my heart out, but none of my tears could actually bring him back. All I want, is just one more minute with him to tell him how I really feel. I love you Daniel. I guess I was so scared of what his reaction would have been. I'm making a promise Daniel, your death won't be for nothing. Edward is going to pay for what he has done to you.

To be honest, I really wish this baby belongs to Daniel. Edward was right after all. For once his paranoia can be excused. There was this one time thing I had with Daniel. I entirely blame myself for it, but it was partly both forces. We had promised never to bring it up again, but here we are! Bringing it up again. I really hope the child is Daniel's. That way, I'll be excited to know that my baby's father was a charming, handsome and intelligent man and not a monster, not a psychotic maniac I ended up with. To confirm this, I'll have my own personal DNA test and I hope the odds work in my favour. Till we meet again
                   Love, Maya.

"What?" My mom remarked as her ceramic cup escaped her grip and landed heavily on the ground scattering in tiny bits.

"Mom I'm sorry I kept this from you for so long. I was hoping there was still some good in him."

"What if you died too? Call the police immediately."

My phone rang at that moment, and the caller ID read 'Leone Stewart.'

"Bingo!" I exclaimed out loud, waving my screen close enough to her sight.

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"Hey Leon, I got your call. You do realize I've been fired."