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17: Dear Diary

        17: Dear Diary

        Dear Diary,

        I have decided that for this, especially, the most effective way to keep a record of progress in this game, would be to type instead of handwrite. As it happened, what was supposed to be a Sunday trip turned into a whole weekend of information which gives me an edge that not many others have. Invaluable stuff, I must admit, which makes it all the more better when it comes to people trying to buy my silence.

        Caggie, surprisingly, talks in her sleep, and it helped push things along that she fell asleep angry. I had just gotten off the phone, organising a ride out to make sure my disappearance the following day wouldn't look too irregular, especially when Caggie woke up and expected me there to cure her hangover.

        I know this game is sick, and deprived, but I deserve some kind of entertainment now that everyone else is becoming way too comfortable in the life's that I've allowed them to have. My Mom is with my Dad solely because of me, I know their marriage is the thing that others would run out of, but the perfect family is an image which must be well kept, and to do so, our house can not be tarnished with accusations such as divorce or infidelity. Whilst I'm sure they'd be much happier separated, it simply can't do at this time.

        When the game ends, things will surely change, and it wasn't until Adrienne's misfortune arose that I have had to really get things started. There is no place for shame here, and I regret nothing of the things I've had to do, and I'm sure I won't in the future, either. Life is a hard game to play for most, but for me it was so easy I had to add something to mix it up.

        It seems all of Caggie's conversation revolves around Kasia Andrews, and I'm not surprised that it's much the same when she's sleeping, too. They're friends on a level I don't think I will ever understand. I have thrown AV out of my life once I felt that she'd run her course, and knew how to pass on lessons to some other unsuspecting girl who could be something. Her choices of Louisa Von-Slut is questionable, but doable.

        Caggie claims that she's been thrown away like stale food now that Kasia is in her relationship. My personal experience with Kasia is limited to the point where we're not around each other when not with parents, I can hazard a guess we've spoken almost fifteen times, and of those, there's only one conversation which comes to mind the easiest. I suspect that her headstrong and overly brave and gracious nature is enough for her to want to do the right thing, and I told her everything. I doubt she remembers, but I hope that her memory is as good sober as when drunk, because she'll be the only person able to help me out of the mess I've gotten myself wrapped up in.

        Out of four people, Kasia is one of those who I've been outright with whenever possible, and that nature seems to have only gotten worse now that I know what I do. Sunday saw me cashing in a favour with Dean Richards, which I still feel uneasy about. He'd been a sceptic when I told him to just follow Benny's car, and see where he goes to visit his Dad on Sunday mornings. Dean's holier-than-thou attitude is enough to make me want to throw him out of the car, but he's a valuable player, which annoys me because he knows it too. I can't kick people out when they annoy me once they know too much. My list of enemies is already far too long, and I can't afford for it to get longer.

        Everyone who was anyone knew of The Andrews' Sunday Morning Breakfast, and watching Benny's car veer off to that road, I was still telling myself that maybe he'd been invited as a guest – which was very difficult to score. DR had finally gotten the message that it'd be best to just shut the hell up, and my phone was hovering over the green button on my phone, ready to call Adrienne the moment that I knew for sure. My moment of naivety ended the moment Jonah Andrews stepped out of the door, and embraced Benny in a hug I'd watched my own Dad do to my brother.