Diary Of A Tomboy

Chapter 28

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Two weeks.

Two weeks passed just like how it did on the first day at the dock. Fourteen days passed since I was drunk with Tyler,

When I met that gloomy woman.

I fell asleep with my head in the bushes. And that goddamned Tyler just had to take me to my house and make my mum and Logan know everything in the name of being some shitty and responsible officer.

Naomi told me she had to look all over the nation to find me. The spying didn't go well, they continued to mess with each other the whole time without a single crucial word put into there disgusting 'Outing'.

Bella abnormally stopped her bullshit after that night somehow. She avoided me; she probably was lonely and was fantasizing about murdering me in the beat up bathroom that no one decided to go in after the toilets literally stopped working and cockroaches lurked in there ever since. My skin goosebumps at the thought.

I wondered to myself countless times that what if I died in the bathroom instead of him. I don't ever want to sacrifice myself for Bennett. I don't even know my so called friend anymore. I only wanted to disappear.
As shocking as it may sound, I'm even tired of sneaking out with Naomi. She's been less available by the time.

Come to think of it; we haven't even checked out the phone nor the tapes. I was so stuck up on this mess. We were planning to go after that day at the club; I'm glad I saved that guys number just In case anything comes up.

I can't rely on Naomi for everything.

Without thinking I open my windows and snake my arms around the tree trunk before sliding down on to the grasses.
It's still halfway through evening. I still have time. If the phone doesn't spill anything then I have no hope; nor anything to do. The same goes for the police department. A dumbass detective like Sanders can't even question a suspect properly. Let alone a continuous case.

"Where can I meet you?" I message the guy without a simple hello and He replies in an instant.

"The same place we met the first time"

I wanted to tell him to meet up at somewhere other than that haunted area but I change my mind. I don't have the patience to argue with anyone, anymore.
And I thought I wouldn't see him again after him smoking the shit out of that marijuana. Talk about informants Naomi selects.

I slip into the dead street while the sun was stretching its rays above me. Even the sun seemed dead to me.The place was a bit cleaner than before, Considering the monthly cleaning. The streets and alleys were like a replica of one another; each house broken, beaten up or abandoned with no residents.

I spot the familiar apartment that 'Jen' guy was and reconsider shouting to get his attention. Instead I go with Naomi's method of smacking a rock against the window, only,

There is no window that wasn't shattered.

Seems like I have to text this guy. I give him a short message of my arrival and within seconds his read head pops up. I wouldn't dare to go in that place without anyone being there. As usual, there is a cigarette resting between his fingers; blowing in and out.
He gestures me to come over with a smug grin on his stupid face. I sigh before talking the same obnoxious yet creepy stairway to get to that dude.

"Where's the phone?" He asks as soon as I enter without even looking back at me.

"Nice to meet you too" I roll my eyes before sliding the phone out.

There was a old but clean carpet covering the small room with a sports bag in its corner. Jen falls into the carpet beside the bag before rummaging through it.

"Cracking the password, yeah?" He asks and I nod.

He takes out a laptop before exhaling the dust away from it. The laptop buzzed as he turns it on, violently tapping the buttons on it.
To my surprise he takes out a nerdy pair of glasses and rubs his shirt on the glass to clean it up, which it didn't work.

He dives into god knows what in his laptop. His face held a deep frown and his lips were pressed together in a tight line. He looked terrible with glasses, I'd have to say.

He suddenly lends his hands to me; demanding the phone and I oblige. He turns on the phone before looking at his laptop. The phone pops up and demands a password from him which in a few seconds he opens it.

"There you go" he states with a sly grin on his lip. "Just try to use it to the fullest since I was lucky enough to crack it in a few minutes" he smiles.

The first thing I click on is its gallery. I didn't mind Jen silently eavesdropping and click once more.

And see an image of a corpse.

"T...Travis?" I direct my question to Jen. He nod.

There was blood all over him, not to mention his neck in a deep cut. I suck a breath at the sight. This was the first picture in his gallery. My fingers automatically tap on the date, 18th May.

One day after the incident.

I swipe my thumb to the left to see a video. I'm glad it wasn't any... Inappropriate video. I have no hesitation or fear anymore, evidence is lying in this phone.

It was a copy of a surveillance camera, For sure. A stupid phone can't be installed on top of a traffic jam. The video was old with low quality; police cars were spread over the street, blocking the rest of the cars.

People were running and screaming, but there weren't any voices or sounds.There lips were parted from each other only to turn into a soundless shouting for help.
Officers were tremblingly aiming there guns at the sea; but there wasn't anything.

Travis Thompson has to be here.

In an instant Travis answers my thoughts by jogging away from something. It was somehow odd in the chaos. His figure was tall and I could easily notice his face was paled with horror.

He falls on his knees before grabbing his neck like a mad guy. Luckily the camera was a focused one; enough to identify his skin getting crimson from choking.

He was cursed, Like Thompson.