Broken

Chapter 4

Morgan

I reach home at about 10:47 pm. I'm pretty sure mom's asleep by now. Good. I've already had quite a rough day, I have no energy left to face this. Just wanna lay down on my bed and sleep. Instinctively, I try to take out the door key from my bag but then realize I don't have it. Guess I gotta go through the window. As I get near the house door, I notice my bag next to a flower pot on the porch. A yellow sticky note on it that says

Couldn't find you so I brought it here. Hope you had a great day 😊

From Lydia, your BFF

I snatch it off my bag and rip it to as many pieces as I can. That b*tch. Is she mocking me!? It really feels like she's making fun of me.

I pick up the bag, take out the keys, unlock the door quietly and go inside the house. After getting changed, I lay down on my bed. A wave of relief washes over me. But...I still feel so weird. This emptiness that I'm feeling, it isn't like when mom and dad divorced. Nor when dad said he didn't need me and left. It's like I'm in a pitch dark room and trying desperately to prevent a lit candle from snuffing out. I mostly feel angry due to the confusion. I have so many questions for her.

I look over to the picture frame on my bedside table. A happy photo of us with snow falling around us. Looking at it hurts my heart. What if...I misheard the voice? Since the Lydia on the phone expected me to be disposed of, why would she come all the way to my house to return my bag?

I deeply wish that I'm wrong. I NEED to talk to her tomorrow!

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Walk towards school was filled with such distress. I had tried calling her and she won't pick up! Is she avoiding me cause I survived and now I know that it's her? I won't forgive her one bit. I'm worried if I see her face I might lose control. My blood is already boiling just thinking about her.

I unconsciously bite my thumbnail as I see the school insight. Focus on the plan! Tell her you wanna talk, take her to a quiet place most likely the shed and confront her! Simple!

The first thing I do upon opening the class door is look for her. But she isn't here yet. Strange...she usually arrives very early. I go over to my seat. As expected, Jessica is glaring at me. But she doesn't say anything when I sit down on my chair. I remember how every day before and during school I would only think about being bullied and how cruel and unfair it was. But now...

I don't care about them anymore.

Class starts and there's still no sign of Lydia. Don't tell me....she's not coming today!? That little...she's definitely avoiding me!

Suddenly someone pokes my back with a sharp pencil. I look back and Jessica whispers " we're going to continue where we left off "

I quickly get up from my seat. The whole class including the teacher looks at me.

" umm...may I go to the restroom? " I say controlling my frustration.

The teacher allows me and I walk out. Not noticing the annoyed expression on Jessica's face.

On the way to the restroom, My head is filled with rage. I couldn't care less about what Jessica said, all I know is that my plans are ruined! And that Lydia is running away. Did she know what I'll do next?

The restroom is empty. I take out my phone from my pocket and call her again. She doesn't pick up. I keep calling her but to no avail. Frustrated, I punch the wall. I wash my face, trying to cool off a bit. I look at myself in the mirror. I've never been happy with my looks but I look especially horrible today for some reason. If Lydia was here she'd definitely say otherwise.