“Can he see me?”Jake asked looking at me over uncle Mathew. “I don’t know” I mouthed. “You know Cheryl, this boy was my favorite” he said looking at Jake. “I never got to tell him that” “doesn’t matter now, you made it to my hit-list” Jake said and smoothed his coat. “The day he fell sick and was diagnosed, I was so worried” “wait, diagnosed?” I repeated looking from Jake to uncle Mathew and back again at Jake. “ It was nothing Cher” “Yeah. The day before he left for your birthday” they both said at the same time. “One at a time!” I said throwing my hands up. “I'm the only person here” uncle Mathew said slowly. “No, I meant to say one detail at a time” he looked at me closely and was about to say something but then shut his mouth. “Please” I pleaded. “The day before your 18th birthday, he was taken to the hospital and diagnosed with some kind of unusual sickness. A rare one” “do you remember the name of the sickness?” “no but I do remember what effects it had on my poor boy” “what effects?” “I'll need a bottle if we are going to talk about something that depressing” “it was that bad?” I asked Jake but he didn’t look at me. “Can you tell him to turn! He is stinking of vodka and beer” Jake said moving away from uncle Mathew. “Yeah, it was” he said turning around. That’s when I saw a picture of Jake on the refrigerator. Uncle Mathew couldn’t see Jake. He was looking at his picture and talking. “When was this taken?” I asked pointing at the picture. “Yesterday” “I've never seen that house before” I said squinting at the picture. “That’s his grandfather’s house” “the same grandfather who left a will which wasn’t found?” I asked immediately. “Yeah” uncle Mathew said and opened one of the cabinets. “Want anything?” he asked opening the cabinet wider. There was gin, vodka, different types of wine. “No thanks. I'm good” I said and leaned against the sink. “Go ahead dude, enjoy!” Jake said, annoyed. “Calm down” I whispered walking over to him. “He is helping us solve your murder” “is he? You are asking a drunk for answers Cheryl!” he shouted. “Don’t shout. Remember, a drunk person always speaks the truth” “You said something honey?” “nothing uncle Mathew. Are you ready?” I asked curiously. “Are you?” he asked.
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My Best Friend's Funeral
Teen FictionJake was Cheryl's best friend. They were super close during high school but drifted apart after Cheryl's 18th birthday bash. She is 21 now and is attending his funeral . Turns out he left a will and that is what he was killed for. She is determined...
