Leaving an Old Friend Behind

The Truth

The Johnson's quickly gulped down their tiramisu and left the restaurant. They were desperately eager to see the murderer of their beloved child.

I sat in despair because my mom was not allowing me to go with the Johnson's because at that point, it was not my business. Even though I believed it was because Megan was my best friend and I deserved to know her killer.

My family had to wait for all of the other guests to leave before we could leave. The Johnson's put my mom in charge of the event once they left.

"Thank you so very much for coming," my mom thanked a middle aged woman who was the last guest to depart. Once the woman was threw the door my mom said,"Ok, now we can leave."

"Yes," my brother and I spoke together. We were bored to death while just sitting and waiting for the moment of departure.

We left the Italian restaurant and hopped inside of my mom's car. It was a quick ride home compared to the long ride to the funeral. Once we arrived back home, I ran up to my room to change clothes. I guess my brother was doing the same because I heard a door slammed right after I closed my door.

I changed into jean shorts, a blue sweatshirt and purple socks. Even though it is the summer, it is not always the hottest in Chicago.

I walked out of my room to still see my brother's door closed. He usually is a quicker changer than I am. I walked down the stairs leading to the living room and hopped on to the comfy couch. I grabbed the remote that was sitting right next to my leg and turned on the television. I turned on my favorite movie that happened to be playing on a channel. The Hunger Games is a perfect blend between romance and action which makes such a great movie, which is why I absolutely die whenever I watch it.

It was just getting to the scene where Katniss, Peeta and Cato are all on the Cornucopia together with the mutations only a few feet below them, when my mother received a call. I wasn't in the same room with her, but I could tell that she was talking on the phone. I don't believe that anyone came to our house and she doesn't talk to herself. That gave me the clue. I could barely make out what she was saying.

"Are they positive that it is him?" she curiously questioned the person on the other end.

"It can't be him. I wouldn't believe that he would do that. Even though, he is a horrible person to begin with, I still can't believe that it was him. It is so beneath him," she spoke once she realized the truth.

"What the heck is she talking about." I quietly spoke to myself.

"I don't know," my brother said at the top of the stairs.

I jumped in fright believing that it was my mom who heard me. I didn't want her to find out that I was eavesdropping on her conversation.

"How did you hear me?" I asked James.

"You kind of spoke a little to loud," he laughed.

I motioned him to come sit next to me on the couch. He crept down the stairs and over to the seat next to me.

"Oh, The Hunger Games, don't you watch this like everyday?" he sarcastically asked just to make me annoyed, which was a success.

"Yes, but off topic," I quietly said to lean back into the real conversation. "Do you think that mom heard me talking to myself?"

"No, she is already too busy talking on the phone," he spoke in a quiet voice.

"What do you think she is talking about then?" I asked James because I thought that he would have the answer.

"I don't know, but why does it matter. If it is important, then she will tell us," he leaned back into the couch to watch the rest of the movie. I shrugged off the conversation that my mom had on the phone and watched the rest of the movie with my brother.

After the movie was over my brother turned on NASCAR racing and I instantaneously became bored. I walked into the kitchen to fetch something to eat just as I heard a noise coming from the office. I crepted over to the door of the office, not trying to make a sound. I put my left hear up to the door to listen inside. I heard a little crying noise, could that be my mom? No, it can't be. Why would she be crying?

I decided to knock on the door to figure out what the heck was going on.

"Come in," my mom faintly spoke in between sniffles that she was trying to cover up.

I calmly opened the door leading to the office. The office is the place where the main computer is and where my mom does the bills and stuff like that.

I peered inside to see my mom sitting in a chair while staring out the window into our yard.

I walked over to her and asked,"Why are you crying?"

"Just sad about Megan," she spoke under her breath.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, I am positive," she continued to stare out the window.

"Ok, I have another question to ask you." I said before speaking again. "What were you talking about on the phone?"

"I remember the depressing morning when I found your father on the lawn," she spoke.

"That's not what I asked you," I said. "I asked you, what were you talking about on the phone?"

"The girl lying next to him was so beautiful even in her hangover state," she spoke again.

"Mom, that's not what I asked you." I soon became frustrated with my mom who was apparently not listening to anything that I was saying. "What were you talking about on the phone?"

"I thought that he was the one because he was an amazing guy, but I was wrong, completely wrong," a tear fell down her face. Then another came down. Soon enough, multiple tears were streaming down her face.

"Mom, this is not the time to talk about dad," I spoke while resting my hand on her shoulder.

"Yes, it is," she spoke while bringing her hand to the window.

"He is gone and we don't have to worry about him anymore. Ok, mom," I spoke.

"Not necessarily," she kept her hand on the window.

"Well, why is that?" I asked. I don't know why we would have to worry about that man again.

"Dad...," she could barely make out the rest of the words. "Was the drunk driver that hit and killed Megan."

Once the realization came to me, I instantly ran up to my room not even speaking to James while passing him. I slammed and locked my door, then I brought myself to my knees. I burrowed my face in between my knees and began to sob, with no stopping point close by.

*Author's Note*

Hello, hoped you all enjoyed this chapter. I'm sorry that it may be a little short, but there was a big reveal at the end. :)

Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read something that I wrote for your enjoyment.

Love you all,
Kitty_Kat26