Ashley
The ride home was a blur as I sat in the passenger seat of our car. The only thing I remember was my mom stopping for coffee and my eyes tracing from her face to her phone in the ash tray.
Or should I say, Conan's phone.
So what is she going to do? Make up some lie that she needs to see a friend in order to return the phone that has been sending me threats tonigh? Is she working with Heather?
Is she working with...
No. I can't...
I can't even think like this in fear of it being true. In fear of my entire life,and friendships being a lie.
I need to take some deep breaths. I need to keep myself stable.
Once our car pulls into the driveway and we enter the house, I'm not greeted by the familiar sight of Rocky sitting on the couch. Instead, the cushions are bare and the blankets are thrown on the floor.
"Maybe she went to the bathroom?" my mom mutters as she examines my confused look. I just frown at her before turning away, not being able to face her at the moment. Still, I have to play my cards right if I want the best outcome for my friends. I need more clues.
I quickly check the bathroom after knocking a few times and getting no reply. My body swiftly moves from room to room, still seeing no sign of anything.
"She's not here?" mom asks. "Are you sure that you checked each room, Ash?"
"Positive," I sigh, feeling my heart start to race as my blood pumps through my veins. Why do I suddenly feel extremely ill...
I rush to check the bedrooms for what must be the fifth time, screaming her name as I go. I only stop when I hear my mom's voice call to me from the living room. I rapidly run to her.
Her face is pale and in her palms is Rocky's phone.
"Ashley...," my mom whispers. "I don't know if you want to see this..."
I reach for the phone, but she quickly moves her arm away and pulls the phone to her chest.
"Give me the phone," I demand.
"Ash..."
"Momma, give me the phone. Now."
"I don't-"
I'm sick of her bull. I'm no longer buying this 'worried' act from her after hearing her in that bathroom. She is hiding something.
And because of that, when I finally see what my mom was trying to keep from me on the phone, do I feel the urge to scream and yell. I feel the urge to release all these pent up emotions I'm having.
Rocky's new lock screen is no longer what she had it as before, which was a selfie of her and Conan .
Now it is a collage of two different photos.
On the top, is Conan's body lying limp in a wooden chair. Blood is dripping from the top of his head.
On the bottom, is Rocky's horrified face partially hidden behind her grasping hand. She is reaching for the phone that is taking her picture.
She is reaching for help.
And her outfit is the exact same one she was wearing earlier today.
My eyes lift from the phone screen to my mom, who's biting her lower lip. Once our eyes meet, I see her body tense up from fear. She can tell.
She can tell that I'm livid from my expression.
She can tell that I want nothing more than to fight her right now.
She can tell that I know.
"I know your expressions too well, Ash..." She mutters while stroking my cheek with the back of her hand. I feel my teeth grit as I gulp.
Her voice is too soft. I feel my weight shift to the balls of my feet. She gives me a small smile before removing her hand and allowing it to fall to her side.
"I'm sorry, baby..."
Before I know it, she snatches the phone from me and begins to run.
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A/N
HEEEEEY YALLLLLLL 😘😘😘
It's been a quick minute since I last talked to you all. How have you been? My life has been pretty crazy recently, but at least I'm out of school 😊
***FACT: I love watermelon flavor things
Love you all byeee ❤
