Brielle Cavanaugh's POV
I sit on my bed facing the window. Dull grey clouds covered the sky as if trying to put a veil of secrecy over all of its inhabitants. I watched the window as it collected splashes from the rain, which pooled together and soon turned into veins of liquid that raced to the windows base. I remember as a small child pretending that the individual raindrops were racing each other as they attempted to reach the bottom of the window first.
"What are we going to do about her Toby?" The voice of my mother sounded from down the corridor. I craned forward the catch the rest of their conversation.
"I have no idea. We've never had to deal with anything like this, not from Brielle. It's so unlike her." My dad replied.
"I don't know what she was thinking." My mom said, the disappointment evident in her tone. Her voice started to get softer as they left the corridor.
I sighed and fell back on my bed. I was probably never going to regain my parents trust. Since my parents had picked me up from the police station they had barley spoken over two sentences to me. Though it wasn't entirely their fault as I hadn't been the easiest person to speak to. I was furious that A had set me up, but I was even more infuriated at myself for falling for it. A was slowly breaking down the stability of my life and I was left to pick up the pieces.
I heard my bedroom door creak open. "Mom wants to speak to you." James announced, closing the door behind him.
"As much as I would love to have a heart to heart with our mother, I think I'd rather jam my fingers in the car door." I retorted. "I know mom and dad sent you in here in hopes that your flawless attitude would somehow rub off on me, but I don't see that happening. So you might as well save us both the trouble and leave now."
James chuckled, completely unfazed by my reply. "Damn girl, prison changed you." He sat down on the bed beside me.
"You do realise I didn't actually get arrested. I just had to wait at the police station." I remarked, moving from my previous position so I was sitting upright beside James.
"I know little sis." James replied.
"I'm sorry." I sighed. "I shouldn't have snapped at you, I'm just really fed up with this whole situation."
James gave me a sympathetic look and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "I don't think you stole it." He said suddenly.
"What?" I answered in surprise.
"The necklace." James clarified. "I don't think you stole it."
"Really." I replied in disbelief. "I think you're the only person that feels that way. By now I'm sure half the town thinks I'm planning the next bank robbery. Mom and dad hate me."
"They don't hate you." James reassured me. "They're just disappointed. Right now there's no proof that confirms what you said. All signs are saying that you're guilty."
"Then why don't you think I stole the necklace." I asked.
"You're a smart girl Brielle." James said. "If you had really tried to steal that necklace you wouldn't have been caught."
"Try talking to mom." James added. He jumped off my bed and started walking towards my bedroom door. "You're friends stopped by." James said before he reached the door.
"They did?" I replied quickly. "Can I see them?"
"Mom sent them away." James said. "You did steal a necklace remember." James winked at me then left the room.
At least James believed me. Maybe I should just tell my parents the truth. It's not fair that I should have to take the fall for something that I didn't do. This whole situation is driving a wedge between me and my parents. I'm done playing a puppet and letting A pull the strings. Not anymore.
