"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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"What's your plan now?" My dad asked me, eyeing me from behind his newspaper.
"I'm staying here for a week more with Brianna. Then, the two of us will head back to the city and since I missed most of the semester, once I get home, I will be burying my head in my notes and study for the finals," I informed, taking a spoonful of cereal.
"I'm proud of, you know that right?" He asked for confirmation.
"Yes dad. I know," I smiled, taking another bite. "When are you and mom coming to visit me?"
"Probably during Thanksgiving or Christmas. We need to check our schedules," he said and acted to open an imaginary book, checking his 'schedule.' I laughed at the silliness and making a mental note of this moment as I was going to leave them and I would miss these small things.
"Your father is joking. We will be there for your graduation," my mom joined us and informed.
"Oh, thank god. I was afraid you'll forgot my graduation. I was about to announce the two of you the worst parents, but I guess you'll are not that bad after all," I giggled.
"What's going to happen between you and Blake?" Mom questioned me.
"It turns out his precinct is only an hour away from me. So, we decided to go visit each other alternatively after I graduate. Until then, he would be coming over for weekends and we would meet halfway for weekday dates," I said.
"It's good to see you happy, dear." My mother smiled.
"You guys are being cheesy. I'm not leaving for another week. Save it for later," I mumbled trying my best not to get emotional. "Anyways, I gotta go. Brianna and I are supposed to go at Jordan's to helping him pack."
Shortly aftert that, we arrived at Jordan's place. Brianna had received a distressed call from Jordan and all she could perceive was that he was having a fashion emergency and needed our help. Of course, it was not meant to be a fashion emergency. Jordan was feeling anxious about the big change in his life and was indecisive of the clothes he should take there.
We let ourselved in and straight away went to the room. I halted at the doorframe and looked at all the clothes sitting on the bed with wide eyes. Brianna, on the other hand, started rummaging through the mess of clothes and threw away the ones she felt repulsive too. Jordan gave me a worried look and I returned an assuring smile.
"You might wanna slow your roll, Bri," I said in a very low voice.
"But he created a mess!" She said with exasperation. "Brianna needs to help. Brianna a good friend."
"Did you just refer to yourself in third person?" Jordan rose an eyebrow.
"She does it when she feels pressure," I whispered as I walked up to him.
"This wasn't supposed to pressurise her," he told me, now regretting his decision to call her over.
"Oh no, this is her escape," I said. "It's probably because she needs to go back to her fake world and she is not ready for it yet."
