Do you remember?

Chapter Seven

"Mrs. Oliver, how are you doing?" I asked after being invited inside.

Her face was tired. She wasn't much younger than my mother but she looked ten years older. There was a thick scent of smoke that loomed around her. Mrs. Oliver had quit smoking five years ago but it seems that she started again.

"Ugh, I'm doing as good as I should be right now. Theo it is nice to see as well." she said, flashing as a tired smile.

"We wanted to just sit in Rowan's room if that is okay." I said, she nodded and gestured for us to go up.

Her room was just like it was the last time I was here. The desk had some Teen Vogue magazines scattered around. The room was clouded with the scent of our favorite perfume, Warm and Cozy by Victoria Secret. Some clothes were scattered around her floor. The dresser had drawers that were half closed. The bed was unmade. Classic Rowan, I should have guessed. Theo shut the door behind him, awakening me from my trance.

"She used to talk about a... journal. It should be around her somewhere." I stuttered.

I opened up a drawer to her desk and searched through her belongings. No luck. Most likely she didn't have it anymore. The last time she mentioned it was over a year ago.

"I think I got it." Theo said.

He pulled out a brown notebook from her sock drawer. I took it from his hands and opened it, the pages were filled in pink writing. I flipped to the very last entry. It was dated the day before she died and it was written in pencil. Just like my note.

"We will take it home. I don't want her mom to get suspicious." He nodded and began to walk out of the room.

I tried to walk out. I really did. I tried so hard to not look at the pictures that littered her walls and desk. They were pictures of us. But I stopped and I began to look. My heart stopped. It was like looking at my life in pictures. Each piece of paper had a story behind it, an inside joke and countless memories.

"C'mon Val." Theo said.

I sighed and tore myself from her room. I felt like I was leaving a piece of my heart behind.

April 12th

I saw Nolan today. I knew it was him even though I haven't seen him several years. My mom told me he was in jail... he isn't anymore. I was scared to go home. Scared he would follow me. I got into my car but my car wouldn't start and then suddenly he was sitting in my passenger side seat. He told me I should go see a mechanic. Then I remember being in a warehouse. I was tied up. He used me once again like he did when I was younger. He told me he had a business deal for me that I can't pass up. He was proposing I become a prostitute and work for him. He said that it would pay for my college in only a few months. I refused and spit in his face. He beat me until I was unconscious. When I woke up he said that I could work for him or he would kill me. I agreed. He told me sneak out tomorrow night and I would start the job. He dumped me on the side of the street. It took me awhile to find away home. My face is covered in bruises. It is going to take me hours to cover them up for school. I feel so alone. There is no one to tell. He said that if I tell anyone he would take Val, and do worse things to her than he did to me. I can't let that happen to her. This is my problem. It seems as if I have no other option than to be at that hotel tomorrow night....

Rowan

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