LOGINASHLEY The cafe close to the hospital barely had customers in it and that was exactly how I loved it to be.I sipped my coffee slowly, slow jazz flowing across the background. I had a newspaper in hand– the first time I had ever had one willingly.My eyes were glued to the paper, darting quickly through the blurry waves of words while desperately searching for a combination of letters that looked like ‘Skylar’ or ‘Morgan’.One part of me hoped I wouldn't find it, and the other part hoped I would. I flipped the next page, sipping the coffee while scanning the next boring words.My eyes stopped moving when they fell on a news headline talking about my negligence towards my father's illness.“Margaret must be back at that media play game again,” I scoffed and flipped the page.She must be searching for ways to cope with my father's cold, open rejection back at that hospital.I could still remember the way her jaw dropped on the floor and her eyes widened so much that I feared they woul
ASHLEY Everyone's head turned in my direction, eyes wide and faces flushed in perplexity.How could my father ask for me?! Me!My jaw dropped just like the others and the silence in the room was deafening enough to make everyone jump at a pin drop.“Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Aunt Jessica asked, drawing closer to the doctor.He looked at her, frustration flashing across his eyes and a frown tightening up his face."Why would I lie?” He muttered.“Perhaps you heard the wrong name!" Kathy jumped in and my eyes narrowed."Why will my father call for her when my mother is right here? There's a mistake somewhere, that can't be true. My mom had been waiting for him to wake up for hours and she? She's just arrived and doesn't even care. There's something wrong, it's either you heard wrong or my father isn't fully awake, why would he mention someone he doesn't care about –”“Ma'am!" The man snapped and her lips clamped shut. The man sighed and looked up at me, the smile returning to
ASHLEY My feet slipped, almost throwing me down to the ground. I gripped the handle for support before I reached the ground. The room was tight and much more depressing than it was when I walked in. I could barely breathe when I entered, but now, I was dying from the weight of shock, guilt, and the unventilated room. I pushed the door open and rushed out, dropping to my knees the moment I bolted out of the room. I grabbed my dress and dropped my head, whimpering in agony. I didn't care about who watched, who laughed, or who was shocked. I cared only about him. I've always cared about him. Why? Why did he have to die now? Why?! I burst into loud tears, hiccuping and biting my lips. “Why are you crying, haven't you always hated him?" A voice broke through my grief and I slowly raised my head. I turned, my face flushed and my eyes red and full of tears. "What?” I whispered in a quivering voice and looked at Kathy. She tilted her head to the side, her hand crossed under her brea
SKYLAR “She has nothing to do with this," I muttered. He scoffed loudly and shook his head.“But she is the reason you did it, isn't she? You were ready to commit murder for her. Thinking about it, you changed after she returned, is there something I have no idea about?" He muttered and I looked up, my eyes narrowing in anger.“I don't think you have any right to know my private matters," I muttered.He hummed and shrugged."Then should I invite her over?” He muttered and my fist clenched, anger surging in.I banged my fist on the table, glaring at him.“Keep her out of this!" I warned him.“I know that, but we have evidence of everything that happened," he muttered, pointing at the screen.I let out a breath and leaned back."Well, as you can see, it is self-defense, but there is no use saying that now, I'm still going to get out either way,” he said, smirking.The smile on his face fell and he scoffed loudly. It was his turn to get upset."You might go to jail this time and I'm not
SKYLAR I listened to the ticking sound of the clock in the interrogation room, my back leaned into the chair and my legs crossed. James, the man in charge of interrogation, sat across from me, his hands folded and his brows furrowed.“You haven't answered my question, Mr Morgan," he blurted out after, slicing through the heavy silence that hung over our heads.I stopped drawing imaginary lines on the table and looked up at him, my lips twitching up."Oh, really?” I muttered and his eyes dimmed.“What?" I leaned forward, pressing my elbow against the black leather table, my eyes fixed directly on him. His eyes dropped to the ground and he shifted back into the chair. I could tell he was scared of me but had to act strong and professional to delight his colleagues."I've told you everything I know, James, what else do you want to hear, huh?” I whispered.He looked back at me, a little bit stronger to look into my eyes. "So why did you hit him?” He asked.I smirked and leaned back, sh
ASHLEY I gasped out, my heart dropping, breaking into a million pieces of pain and guilt.He looked up when they neared my car and our eyes locked. My legs trembled, and tears dropped from my eyes as I stared at him with guilt scribbled across my scrunched-up face.His face was cold as always, but I could feel the anger in his eyes, and it burned me.I sank my teeth into my trembling lips, holding back the cry that threatened to tear out of my lips. I gripped the wheels, gasping for air as I watched the cars disappear into the horizon, the sirens fading along with Skylar's figure in the car.“What have I done? Lord, what have I done?" I whispered, cupping my face while crying into my palm.Agony wracked through me, killing me slowly.Was he going to go to jail for trying to help me?I should have jumped out of the car and stopped them.I should have told them that I was the reason why the man was dead. That should have been me right in there. How would I live happily knowing someone







