Diary Of A Tomboy

Chapter 19

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Days After
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Days were passing off like clouds and still no sign or news of this whole mess. Mom didn't really ask about what happened when I came back, she only shook her head disappointedly.

Logan wasn't cooperating with me, at all. No matter how hard I asked him about Tiffany he just wouldn't say anything useful. All he said was Tiffany cheated on him with Bennett.
He used to be so careless and lazy before this incident. But ever since mom and dad left to Germany he somehow became insecure about everything.

I lazily collapse on my bed, staring at the sun dawning for the night. Orange light spilled in my room as long trees cast a shadow on the beach.

Thompson could be there, relentlessly staring at the sea for god knows why.

He wasn't. He had to be writing in that book. He can't be lethal to anyone, for sure. A weak old guy living at the top floor, in a rusty room, what could go wrong?

He threw a bottle at you.

I don't know if I should care about anything anymore. But one thing that I know, is that I won't be satisfied with myself if I don't face Thompson.
Dad would be coming home in a few days -Or even weeks-, mom must be busy making everything ready and bossing Logan around.

Now or never, Alissa

For the second time, I open my window only to climb down the thick branches -I'd have to thank mom for planting this tree in the first place-. I hop down, ignoring the pain erupting in my leg, and walk to the streets.

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The streets were illuminating weak, yellow lights one by one as the sun was leaving to create the night. The billboard was still on, shining anomaly in the faint darkness, I wonder if anyone gets scared the shit out of this creepy atmosphere.

And so, the doomed Thompson house. He has to be there, writing in a corner without a rest.
Without knocking, I enter the empty and dusty house. No one was here. The Television was broken with cracks while the couches were beat up; just like the one at the backyard of the gym.

Technically, no one should be here, the billboard said it's on Friday nights, not Monday nights. I make to the familiar stairways and gently pass them one by one.
I suck a breath when one of the stairs creak as I step on it. Fuck. Please don't notice me, Thompson.

Nothing came.

He mustn't have heard me, yet. I continue walking the long and swirling stairs. Empty rooms with plain white beds in them crossed my mind as I made it closer to Thompson's room.

Unlike last time, there wasn't any light spilling out of it. Instead there was the same darkness etched. I slide closer to the doorway.
Taking a peek, my eyes meet those crimson ones again. I yelp in surprise. Thompson was staring at for the second time.

Run!

"Demon" He mouths. Before I could race away, I turn back to see his eyes with twice as intense this time.

He wasn't looking at me. His dark -But bright- eyes train on my -Left- shoulder. What does he want? Staring at my own shoulder, I notice a strange source of heat hitting it.
Thompson's face scrunches up in anger. There was a strange serenity in the room before he stood up and grabbed an old book from the table.

"Go on! Go!" He hisses like an animal. His voice was deadly, tensed and frightening.

He throws the book towards my shoulder before the heat goes away. He wasn't talking to me, the heat near my shoulder wasn't just a heat.

He swings back and forth like a spring before he falls down on the ground.

"Are...You Okay?" I mutter. He didn't answer.

Looking back at the book he threw, there was the same insect attached on it with a old cover on it.

That's the book!

This was my only chance to grab something I should've known a long time ago, ever since Bennett died.
Taking the book, Thompson didn't notice me instead he was rubbing his temples with a frown etched on his face. I slowly walk backwards, my eyes zooming in every movement he made.
I'm sorry, Thompson. I know how much you cared for things and lost them, but I need them.

"Stop" my heart drops. He did notice me.

"Put...the book back" he narrows his eyes at me. "I already lost him..." he blurts before He was suddenly stopped with countless coughs that attacked him.
He glares at his front as if he was facing someone, he was raged, Frustrated, Tired. That's what made him look mad.

Something was choking him.

It had to be the demons he talked about. I shove the book in my pocket before I aim at him. Pushing him away from his place, he collapses into his bed. The same heat spreads through my face the same time goosebumps do.

We were attacked.

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Hey guys!
Unfortunately, due to the Online Exams my schools gonna hold next week, Diary of a tomboy update will get slower than usual. I won't be stopping it till I finish the exams, I'll write in my free time, thanks for understanding! Whoever supported this book gave me so much inspiration and motivation to continue! ily guys so much!