If Only I Had Told Her Novels & Stories

As if I had told her about something she didn't know. "Ah…. I didn't know about it either. Just found out about it last night. The man has a weird habit of walking in sleep." As I told her, he burst out with a loud laugh as if it was meant to be a joke. No matter if it really was or not. But in my heart, I was praising myself for telling her this and got to see her beautiful smile as a reward.

She said I could feel the dissapointment in her voice. It wasn't my fault, i couldn't tell her what was going on with me. I wish i could share but i couldn't. ○♧◇♤□□♡◇◇■■♡

That I’m not enough, that I’ll never be enough! I felt my phone vibrating I my pocket it was Windy. Shit!! They must’ve seen the news!! Now what am I supposed to tell her?

I should have called her before coming because I remembered she had told me she was having a friend over, whoever that friend was. “Is your friend not here yet?” I asked her instead of asking her own question. I didn’t want any third party listening from somewhere to what I had to say, because it was for Emily's ears only. She was the only friend I had, the only one I was comfortable sharing my story with, about anything.

I told her. "Then a penny for those thoughts" She requested when she realized I wasn't going to be forthcoming with what was happening. I exhaled sharply then took my time to look at her. What happened to Ronald wasn't really my story to tell so I guess I would tell her the abridged version of everything. "Well I told you a little about my friend Ronald" She nodded, saying nothing.

I said and she shook her head quickly. "No... you know me, brother... I can barely talk to you about our past... I couldn't tell her even if I wanted to. But I was upset and she can see it in my eyes so she told me that I don't have to go into specifics and I can tell my problems like a story. And it worked. I told her what happened with Mom and Dad, and what you are planning to do... everything. I told her without mentioning anyone's name or any details. Like a story and she listened... it felt so good just to share... like I was healing..." she said and I looked away...

‎ ‎Only when I was sure she was asleep did I let go—just enough to grab my phone. ‎ ‎I sent one message. One order. ‎ ‎

She said and clicked her tongue. “I really wished you had not gotten involved with him. If only you had told me earlier on , I would have discouraged you and told you to stay away from him. Trust me they're better men here not that one that things he's as smart as the tortoise. We would all expose me one day…”

“Only you two would fall for her lies. This girl’s tough as nails. She’ll survive. She’s practically cursed us all with her bad luck. Just ask Cindy. Had we not moved away early, we would be six feet under by now.” Frustrated, Peter grabbed my dad’s hand and placed it on my leg. It was cold and stiff, and my dad immediately yanked his hand back, startled. “What’s wrong with her? Why is she so cold?” Peter’s eyes were burning with anger. “Tess is dead. She’s never coming back.” My mother nearly collapsed, and when she glanced at me, she turned away quickly, tears starting to fall. “Isn’t she supposed to be tough as nails? How dare she die before me?”

I waited for her reply. "I am not supposed to tell you anything other than what I have already told you. And, on the contrary—I had told you more than you were supposed to know," came her quiet reply. ~•~•~•~•~•~