Beautiful Scars [1] ✔

Chapter Twenty Eight

Throughout the midst of sorrow, terror, and grief, I still had to force my eyes open the next morning. Mrs. Tilly was in front of me, a small card dangling from her hand. I blinked rapidly, vision blurring, as my eyes adjusted to the light. The writing suddenly became visible and I read the words silently in my head. Learners Permit.

It was then that I suddenly remembered my plans for that day. I got up, groaning inwardly, shuffled to the closet, and hurriedly picked something random to wear.

I walked slowly to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, and turned on the shower.

I stripped off my clothes and walked in, the smell of heat and the feel of water hitting me before I realized.

I scrubbed my body harshly, as if a small towel and soap could wipe away the memories and the unforgettable pain.

I finally finished and I wrapped one towel around my body and the other around my hair, trapping it in place.

I wiped the fog away with the back of my hand and peered at my reflection in the mirror. The girl in front of me was unrecognizable. She was broken, even more than she was when she first came here. I felt that bubble of sadness grow, and tears were starting to fall.

Two sharp knocks at the door made me jump. "Sophia," Mrs. Tilly called. "Are you ready?"

I sniffled and wiped under my eyes, sighing. "Almost." I shouted back. I heard footsteps retreat to the kitchen and I averted my eyes from the mirror, dressing quickly.

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Mrs. Tilly sat at the table, her hands clasped together in her lap as she waited for me. She stood as I neared her and opened the door for me. We headed towards her vehicle and I got in the driver's side while she got in the passenger's. I started the car and backed up, the small house being out of sight as I drove away.

I took her instructions, turning at every road, stopping at every sign, etc. One road though, I was reluctant to go down, but knew I had to.

I sighed deeply as a familiar house came into view. But what I. saw surprised me. The door was open, and I could vaguely hear crying. Suddenly, Officer Clint appeared, dragging someone in tow. He shoved the person against his car, and then he turned his face in our direction.

I accelerated, turning into the driveway. I stopped the car and opened the door, slamming it shut behind me. "What are you doing?!" I shouted.

"Sofa, it's okay. Everything's going to be fine-"

"No," I interrupted. "What's going on?" I directed to Officer Clint.

He sighed, the handcuffs clicking together on Aston's hands. "I don't know how to tell you this, Sophia.."

I blinked in confusion.

Finally, he continued. "We have reason to believe Aston committed the murder."