The Diary of Existing

TWENTY FIVE

I killed someone.

She told me but I didn't understand or grasp exactly what that meant. At the time, I just nodded my head as if it was normal. Hid the fact that I was truly surprised at what she had said, and then slowly more things started to pour out. Like the sexual abuse. The more sympathy I had reserved for Morgan, but Jacqueline wasn't having it. It made me wonder, would she be more understanding if she had known where Morgan came from?

Killing someone has no excuse. But what did happen anyway?

"Someone's deep in thought. Did you get a text from your boyfriend?" Henry teased and I put my phone away.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend, it was a text from Jacqueline greeting me happy holidays. The signal back at her place is rough so she wanted to make sure I've gotten her greeting ahead of time." I said and Henry nodded his head.

"Did you know that Jacqueline and Morgan used to be friends?" Henry said and I was a bit surprised. My head was quick, like a snap, to look at him. My facial expression, practically begging for more information.

"They weren't the best of friends, but they were friends. Jacqueline had a best friend named Tessa, they knew each other since they were in elementary. She befriended Morgan and they hit it off. Jacqueline wasn't happy about it but accepted Morgan anyway. Then-" Henry cut himself off. Biting his lower lip, as if trying not to push further with the story. I kept looking at him, egging him to g further but he wasn't.

"I'm tired, can we go back now?" Angel appeared, panting, completely out of breath with Morgan just laughing hysterically behind her. Henry got up and ended the conversation just then and there. Morgan grabbed me by the arm, she had a huge smile targeted at me and we started walking, with her practically dragging me.

When we got back home, Angel was quick to fall asleep. Morgan was just flipping through the channels and Henry was having a bowl of cereal by the kitchen counter. I checked my phone to see if my father had texted back, and still nothing. It was beginning to annoy me. But I didn't want it to get the best of me. I walked downstairs and went straight for the kitchen.

"What were you going to say before the girls came over?" I asked, wanting to know more about what he was going to say. He looked past me, to see Morgan who was still distracted by the TV. Henry shook his head and then took another scoop of his cereal. I groaned, I hated cliffhangers.

"Henry, she won't hear you." I said and he put a finger in front of me, telling me to give him a minute before he swallowed his food.

"I'm not saying anything because I shouldn't have. You don't need to bother yourself with the past anyway." He said as he dumped the bowl in the sink and let the water run through the faucet. I pulled on the knob and turned the water off.

"I'm both Jacqueline and Morgan's friend, don't you think I should know what had happened between them?" I asked and Henry sighed before turning the water back on.

"No, and if you guys are such great friends go ask them. They'll probably give you more information than me." Henry said and I turned the water back off.

"If it was that easy, do you really think I'd be here asking you to tell me?" I said and Henry groaned before walking the other way. I kept calling for him but didn't want to go any further, I didn't want to risk Morgan hearing what we were talking about.

But I still wanted to know more.

Dinner rolled in and Tom wasn't able to join us. The dinner was quite silent without him. Angel had just woken up and was still adjusting to it, Morgan was on her phone at the time and so was Henry. I just sat there, playing with my food. I didn't really have an appetite at the moment. I fished my phone out of my pocket and still no reply from my father. I was beginning to feel annoyed. The fact that I didn't know the full story about this Tessa girl who was Jacqueline and Morgan's friend, plus my father having no replies to my text was getting to me.