Everyone can believe in the idea of being innocent until proven guilty but when someone holds the evidence to prove your guilt, how long can you continue to run from your inevitable fate?
After moving to America in an attempt to escape her troubled...
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Chapter 26:
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My chest tightens as I try to breathe. Placing my hands around my neck, I grab at it, as if there are hands around it, choking me.
'We know what you really did.'
The words continue to stare at me. No matter how many times I blink, they fail to disappear.
Someone had broken into my locker and planted this trap inside. Only two people come to mind as the culprits that could be behind it. But it's not possible, Amelia was in math class with me the whole time, there's no way she managed to do this in the time that it took me to leave the room and reach my locker.
That leaves only one person; Liam.
Or perhaps it was someone else. I saw what other students said on the feed after the party. Many people were agreeing with Amelia, that I have a past that I'm trying to hide. Maybe other people are starting to dig for the truth.
I shake my head, trying to get rid of the paranoia.
Scrambling to my feet, I smooth down my now ruffled hair. The only remaining people in the hallway that saw the incident have now left, not one of them had offered to help me.
My shaky hands pick up all of the flags which are scattered around in front of me, scrunching them up in my hands. I grab the last remaining flag, tearing it from the walls of my locker. I hold the picture in my hand, staring down at all of their faces. My fingertips run over his face as the sadness crashes in on me but it's quickly replaced with that similar fear as the words haunt my mind.
I tear it up, wiping away a tear that has managed to escape and travel down my cheek. The remaining flags are shoved into my bag, I will destroy the evidence once I am home.
Continuing my way towards the exit, I pick up my pace. The paranoia and feeling of being watched overwhelms me and I just want to escape and forget that this moment has ever happened.
The doors swing open and the air fills my lungs, removing the strangling feeling from my throat. I gasp for air, leaning against the railing on the stairs. The sky above me is a beautiful mixture of colours from the sunset yet in my own head, a dark cloud has entered, making the bright evening feel grey.
I fumble around with my car keys as I attempt to start up my engine. My hands fail me and I continuously miss the hole to put the keys in.
"Snap out of it!" I shout to myself in the loneliness of my car.
I want to cry, to scream, to hide away. Everything I've built since moving here, the life I've said I never want to move away from, feels as if it's falling apart in front of me.
What can I do next?
If I tell my mum, she will go through the roof. In a situation like this, I need everyone to stay calm and my mother is the complete opposite.
