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 29:
Behind The Mask
"Lola, what the hell is going on?" Zac shouts after me as I unlock my front door, Steven trails behind him.
He's mad. He's mad at Amelia for what she did to me, he's mad that I've been suspended and he's mad at him for not telling him enough of the truth.
However, no one could be as mad as me. At this exact moment, the madness is covering my crippling anxiety and I know that it'll be a matter of time before the wall that's protecting it comes crashing down.
Where did she get those pictures? I didn't bring any of them to America. I left every physical memory behind, only the mental ones remained. I don't understand how she knows so much, I'd tried to remove everything to my name. I was not going to be the old me and I thought I'd made sure of that.
Could this be just Amelia and Liam behind this anymore? It's a lot of work for just two people, who knows who I can trust.
How much more do they know? If I'm not careful, I'll slip up. I can only play along with the small amount that's been revealed. If I say something obvious, I'll end up being the one to tell the whole truth.
There is only one thing I'm certain of, my mum can't know that I was suspended for the rest of the day. I can't tell her the real reason and she would murder me. Luckily, she is still with Lily, they won't be back until much later and at that time I would've been home from school anyway.
"Please talk to me." Zac begs.
I throw my bag by the stairs and for the first time I dare to look at him. Pain fills his eyes yet it is nothing compared to the mixture of emotions that glosses over mine.
After I left, I didn't stop to speak or look at any of them. They all called my name but I carried on towards my car, there was nothing anyone could say that would make me feel better and I also didn't want to answer their questions. Zac followed me home, Steven agreeing to come along with him.
"What do you want me to say?" I reply with frustration.
Steven has still said nothing, he leans against the door. I know that he won't say anything without me agreeing, if anything, he is here to monitor us.
"What were those pictures? And the headlines, what do they mean? You told me about making mistakes back in England and people getting hurt, is this what it's all about?" He fires question after question.
"Yes. My friend died, a close friend and now Amelia is digging everything about it up in an attempt to drag me down."
"Why?" He asks.
"Come on Zac, that's obvious. She wanted to take Lola down and this is the only possible thing that she could get her hands on." Steven adds.
