A fallen Angel

Storm brewing in the clouds- Chapter 5

Oliver was quiet. We had recently entered the apartment. I had left him to do his own thing as I collected my thoughts on this night and changed. I had gotten back to him in a situation I didn't think was remotely possible; him reading my diary.

It's the only place where I could express my grief and pain as well as my thoughts.

My heart rate started to excel. everything was in that small book that was consumed with beige paper and sometimes neet but mostly messy writing as I struggled to pour out all my emotions at once to get it written on a singular entry each time I was consumed with the emotions I everso wanted to banish.

My blood ran cold as I heard his question. I was in my daze until he repeated it...

"You killed her didn't you" he sounded so sure of it like it wasn't even worth asking but he needed clarity.

The sentence brought tears into my eyes and I looked away and at the window where it was raining heavily, flashes of lightning were becoming common as they were lighting the night sky. The power had gone out so I could see that no stars were showing me that I was being looked over, that I was safe. This time I was once again alone, a situation I was beginning to be accustomed to. 

"Tell me the truth Victoria. Was this a stupid joke- a story maybe- please let this be a joke victoria. just tell e you didn't honestly kill her ."

"I- I can explain, please let me explain Oliver" the words scratched the back of my throat as I was in desperate need of water.

"How are you going to get out of this one, you're truly a murderer aren't you? A monster even. . I don't even know how you could fathom killing someone. How are you not overwhelming with guilt right now" I could feel the pain all over again, I could feel the closing of my throat as if someone was choking me as well as the squeezing of my heart to get it to stop breathing. The world looked like it was spinning around me and flashes of that dreadful night pulsating in and out of my head, I just wanted it to stop.

He gave me one look over and let out a breath of disbelief and left...

7 years ago...

"Where are we going?" I asked Arya whilst jumping up and down on the leather seat. I kind of hoped that whist I did this the blindfold would become loose or completely fall off so I have a clue where we're going. Although I hated surprises it was my birthday and they planned something, I couldn't be rude and say no even though I just wanted to stay home in my p.js rewatching supernatural for the millionth time.

"Is Scott going to be there? What about Jess?" I wanted my best friends to be there, life was pretty boring without them. We did everything together.

"You're going to have to see for yourself, won't you. It's not going to be that long now, we're nearly there anyway. How are you feeling?" she questioned me.

My sister is the closest person to me ever, even though she can be a pain most days. Even though she is 6 years older than me, she knows me better than I know myself, she can read me like a book, although books are pretty boring.

"I am wondering why mom and dad thought it was a good idea to surprise me, they know how much it annoys me. Other than that, I'm happy, very, very happy. ohhhh, I'm also excited and a bit anxious. so I'm excited, happy and anxious. yeah, that seems about right." I told her truthfully then waffled on. I tend to talk a lot when I'm passionate about something, or in general when I'm comfortable. Scott calls it a nuisance but I call it a gift.

"Where are mum and dad anyway?", I wondered out loud

"They told me to be your chauffeur for the day while they set up the decorations" she sighed.  it was easy to tell that it was exaggerated by her playful tone of voice so I let out a small giggle. "you're enjoying this aren't you?" she asks while laughing.