CHAPTER SEVEN

I was in so much shock as I kept staring at the picture of my mum with the strangling mark of the rope she had used to kill herself. With a caption that said,

“with your sick attitude mama had to take her own life”

I covered my mouth with my palm as I let out a wince. This was unbelievable. I kept scrolling through my class group chat pictures seeing all the mean things my class mates had said. I saw comments like ‘she was probably doing drugs then she got tired’, ‘no wonder they were filthy rich’. I saw a meme that had been made with my whole family about evil repaid with evil. I didn’t know when tears started rushing down my cheeks. I hugged my dad so tight knowing he was the only one I could trust in the world. All my friends have just been a bunch of disgrace. I looked up to my dad, literarily he was about a head and a few inches taller than me so I had to look up

“was that why we moved?” I said sniffling

“no sweetie I just thought we needed a change of environment” he said as he wiped my eyes

“did she really take her life?” I said swallowing very hard

He seemed shocked by my question, like he wasn’t expecting questions regarding details behind the whole scenario

“yes that’s what the cops say” he said after thinking hard enough

“what do you think?” exactly what Cas had asked me earlier.

Did my dad also suspect foul play or was it just my Sherlock holme’s instinct.

“I think we should leave the topic and talk about something else, your school for instance” he pulled away from me and try not to look at me. He walked away and stood facing the cupboards looking for what to do with his hands

“I already talked about that”

“what about dinner what would you like to eat” he opened the cupboards and brought out every single box he could find; cereals, oat you name it

“dad I know you have something to say just say it”

“drop it Amy that topic closed, your mum is dead leave the past and face the future” he said screaming the last part

Just as any spoilt teenage brat would do I ran upstairs crying. I kicked my room door closed in anger as I sat on the floor and pulled my legs to myself. The memories of the messages and the horrible jokes people made about the whole situation kept flashing back into my head.

“did mum really take her life because of me?” I thought to myself as I wept

Yes we had bad times more than good times but I still loved her and she knew it or at least I hope she knew. But come to think of it Ashley had never shown signs of betrayal or disloyalty before, she always seemed like someone I could count on. Right, until she started hanging out with that loser of a boyfriend she had.

We fought so many times over him. I kept trying to impose my opinion that he was a distraction and she did not need him but then I started caring about my reputation more than I cared about our friendship. He led her into skipping classes, missing school in general and even sneaking out. We would have still been cool then if I had not snitched on her to her parents causing her a complete embarrassment which I believed was for her own good. She acted like all was good after all that, I guess this was her kind of payback. What a sly fox.

I could hear sound of gunshots from the living room, dad was probably at his old detective shows again. I slipped into something comfy before I fell into a deep sleep on my couch with a drink in front of me.

This time I didn’t have a vivid dream I just remember that I confronted Ashley and we got so mad at each other before we finally vowed not to talk to each other again.

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