"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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As I stepped inside house I liked to call my safe haven, I was greeted with the unmistakable smell of stir fried vegetables with white pasta sauce.
It was a dish my mum found on YouTube and was my absolute favourite. The creaminess of the sauce fit perfectly with the juicy vegetables. It was a match made in heaven.
I excused myself from Kelly and Blake and walked in the direction of the bathroom.
I had to feel the cold water on my face to wash off all the sleepiness and exhaustion I had been fighting the entire day.
Once I was done, I dabbed the soft towel on my skin, staring at myself in the mirror.
I didn't adore the sight. I looked physically weak. My eyes had sunken in a bit, dark circles had made a permanent home under my eyes. My cheekbones were showing as my cheeks disappeared.
I couldn't blame anyone but myself. This one month succeeded in giving me so much stress and anxiety than I endured in my entire past life.
I wasn't the one to eat when I was under tension. My stomach used to form a knot that forbid my from eating anything.
My parents had noticed the decrease of my appetite, but didn't comment on it.
I snapped back to life when I heard a knock on the door. I put the towel back on the counter and got out of the bathroom.
I gave Kelly a small smile and made my way to the kitchen.
"Bring me food, mother!" I chirpily said, making my dad chuckle and Blake smile.
"Have patience, child. Have patience," Mother cooed back.
My stomach grumbled making all the attention shift to me. "I am hungry. Don't look at me like that."
"Honey, give our daughter food before she starts crying." My dad laughed.
"Why would she cry?" Blake popped up a brow and I buried my face in my hands knowing the embarrassment which will be followed after my dad's answer.
"We discovered a few years ago that when Val is hungry, she cried in the smaller of matters. I cannot even ask her to pass the salt of sugar without watching the water roll down her face."
Blake looked at me and let out a heart laughter.
"This one time she had gone to the movies with a guy she was dating at that time and when she-"
"MOM!" I yelled, knowing exactly where the story was going.
But as if on cue, tears started flowing out of my eyes and rolling down my cheeks.
"Shit," I cursed and wiped them.
My parents giggled but Blake's smiled turned into a frown.
"Just give me food!" I cried and my mom hurried to where I was sitting and put my plate down.
