Diary Of A Tomboy

Chapter 11

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Days Later
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Facebook was filled with dumb posts about Bennett and his body going missing. I wondered if any of this shit could've cleared my name, chances are low. I might even get more attention by these people.

What is wrong with them?

I threw my phone into my pillow and flop on my bed. I couldn't sleep these days. The only thing distracted me was my diary, the only thing that doesn't ruin your mood. Which it did. Why did Bennett buy me this diary?
I stared at my window. Who partied in such a cold night anyways? Naomi talked about a party going on every Friday night, I wonder if it's still on.
Mom is probably busy trying on her new clothes she bought in Germany or helping Logan out with his studies, -he had some hard stuff to deal with- they wouldn't notice me.

I Owe it to Bennett to be there.

Trembling, I open the dusty window, letting the coldness spread into my room. My face refreshes and I earn a horde of energy.
I clutch a thick branch close enough to my window and curl my leg around it.
Sliding my body, I make it to the trunk of the tree and jump on to the fresh and moist, grass. My hands slide to my pocket, wiggling the fence keys inside. It was now or never. Walking in the dark yard of our house, I shove the keys in before opening it and ran out.

The streets were quiet at this time of the night. The faint sound of party music spills in the area a I walk closer, it reminded me of the time when I went to parties with Bennett and my old friends.

He had such a crazy world. Strange, whenever I was with him I never cared for any consequences in the world but now that he's dead, I noticed everything I've done, as if being controlled like a puppet.

But he was different, wasn't he?

I push the thought of my head and walk faster. The street lights sparkle yellow lights on the empty place. Pulling the hood of my jacket over my head, I avoided the crows obnoxious shouting in my ears. I was halfway through to making it at the party.
A bunch of posters were stuck to a billboard, weak lights illuminating the torn image, what did they think when they put this up?

Friday parties! Every Friday night for a whole month at the Thompson house!

Who is Thompson? I shake my thoughts and focus on the address, close enough.

If it was even a party. Tension curled up around everyone. I'd imagine Naomi drunkenly giggling while staring at everyone's moves at the same time, in reality, she just attached a piercing to her lip and looked quite bored.
Her face lights up when she sees me and a grin comes along from her. I roll my eyes at her then plop beside her on the couch.

"Never thought you'd come to a party, young lady"

"Shut it" I raise my hand.

"What do you wanna know?" She crosses her arms expectantly. "Who is Thompson?" I immediately ask. She lets off her guard and sighs.

"Thompson is just the surname of an old guy that lives on the top floor of this house"

"Is he okay or something?' I turn my head at her. She shrugs. "He doesn't come out of there anyways and when he does, he just stares at the sea" she continues.

"Could Thompson be any help?" I purse my lips. Her face falls.

"Maybe he could" she nervously looks away. "Spill it" I demand. "Payment" she replies.

"Tyler didn't do any shit, yet. I didn't even make it to talk to him with sanders bugging me with questions" I impatiently roll my eyes for the second time tonight.

"Thompson has a journal that he writes in, every moment of his life. I'm guessing it has all the information we need for literally anything" she almost whispers.

Without thinking I grab her wrist and pull her to the stairways. This was a once in a lifetime chance, Alissa. Unexpectedly she follows me obediently, she must get what I want right now. The stairways were dark, not even a dim of light was there. The other floors were as simple as a mansion would be. This guy surely isn't a simple one, which normal person would waste his time in a room at the top while a few steps away, there's dozens of empty room.

An orange light spills out of a broken doorway. This guy doesn't even have a privacy of a door, how does he spend his days?
I couldn't dare to walk in. Naomi stood behind me silently, inspecting me carefully. What could she possibly be thinking right now?

"Do you know how to break into a old mans room?" I mutter, breaking our little silence.

A rustling noise came from the room. Oh No.