Diary Of A Tomboy

Chapter 35

(Thank you so much for the motivational responses to DOAT's trailer!)
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Naomi starts coughing; a cough that was almost identical to Thompson's. It continues until she looks like she's going to vomit.
We were both drugged; except she was drugged even harder than me.

"Alissa Evans, we know your in the area" a speaker announces.

Great.

I stand up; letting Naomi slowly drift off to sleep as I reveal myself by lifting my hands in the air. The officers almost mean to shoot me but they change there thoughts the moment they saw me standing there.

"Drop your weapons" the voice demands. I dig my hands into my pockets and let out an empty palm to them. The officer nods at the other policemen beside him before gesturing to me.

Two policemen approach me; one with a handcuff in hand that was supposed to lock me. They tie my hands with it behind my back as they spot a fainted Naomi.

"Take her to the hospital" I almost slur. They both press there lips in a tight line that was supposed to define how disappointed they are at me.

As soon as they stop glaring at me I spot an ambulance outside. Oh no. There here to take someone, and that was Naomi.
They almost violently push me to the gate as we enter the ambulance. This is it I guess; the only evidence is lying in my pockets.

The ambulance driver starts its engine obnoxiously as the unconscious Naomi was laying on the ambulances bed. There was a nurse as our companion. She carefully checks Naomi's current health and told me to "Take her home after she's recovered" .

The ambulance stops in the dark parking lot as they slide Naomi and her bed out of it and into the bustling hallways. I follow the doctors who helped her to the room as people give us suspicious looks.

"Please accompany Miss Brett" the nurse gives me a fake smile after setting everything up and I nod at her.

She leaves the room for me and Naomi as the door taps shut. Now is the perfect timing to check the tape Jen gave me.
With no hesitation, I slide the black object out of my already ripped jeans as I look for a On switch on it. I find a tiny red button that said "Power" and I instantly click on it.

"Finally. awake?" Diana's voice booms out after a minute of my walk to Thompson's room.

I impatiently skip the parts where I was conscious to the minute where I figure I fainted at that timing.

"Ugh, Pathetic" Diana speaks.

"Drink this shit until I mark her" she snaps behind the audio. She must have been talking to Thompson with that harsh signature tone.

I scan my body for any sign of 'X' until I spot the back of my hand. It was branded on the same place the woman that day on the club was.
Being marked on a certain place of body must indicate something; if Bennett and Tiffany had it on there napes, they could either be a member or a victim that they're not aware of, while Diana is secretly branded on her forehead, which means she's the leader after her mom, Fiona. But the part on our hand, is still a mystery.

"Isn't it joyful to see him after sixteen years?" Diana's voice interrupts my analysis.

"...Let him die..." Thompson almost whimpers.

"Why? Isn't it wonderful to see someone alive when you were wasting your years scribbling shit in that journal for someone who was meant to die, a long time ago" she harshly states her point as she emphasized the last part.

"Let this child have a good memory of life" Thompson's tone slightly changes while raising.

"Kill him!" The same voice I unconsciously heard exclaims. The audio continues as memories of that time flood through my mind once more.

I jump in my seat when the door handle suddenly shakes open. I peek at the spotless-clear window as my eyes see a grey hair.
The door strikes open revealing a panicked young woman with a designer purse hanging from her slender shoulder.

Her lips slightly tremble as her gaze moves from me to Naomi. Her breathing was the only sound echoing in the almost small room.

I've seen her before.

I know her face all too well. Grey hair, Black eyes, gentle face.

"Veronica?" She instantly turned her gaze to me with a shocked expression.

"Do I know you?" She tilts her head.

"You're..." I take a deep breath, "Veronica Thompson" I state.

She bites down her lower lip nervously as she looked down to move her feet. She had a stressed look on her face.

"How did you know Naomi?" I jump straight to the main subject.

"...I'm" She looks left, then right,

"Her Mother" she finally answers.