The Secret Note

Chapter 3.

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Lisa P.O.V

I sat down staring out my bedroom window. Maybe i should go out and help my mom to prevent me thinking about all of the bad things that went on in my life in just a short period of time.

I was really considering getting up and bringing boxes out into the garage for them to load up when i remembered what that text message said. Feeling my stomach drop like i was on a crazy roller coaster, i flipped up my phone and replied to Jordan who was the guy who sent me the text message in the first place. My stomach clenched at the thought out what that message was about - my dad being murrdered. I typed slowly with barley any breath. There was no way i would get who killed my dad out of him with out something for him in return prefebley me and you know what i think about boys... ew.

"Who killed my father."

 Is all i typed thinking about keeping it simple and easy so there would be no way to go around the question and answer it in a general answer.

It took seconds for him to recive it, read it, and reply to it. Gosh he needed to get over the fact that me and him are never going to be a thing. But i don't blame him for having any hope. ( speaking hypothetiaclly )

Of corse knowing him he wouln't answer the question and reply with something that he wanted. Jeesh he was getting me agrivated. "Meet me out side of Starbucks. 3 O'clock sharp. =)" was what he had sent to me.

I was kind of debating calling him and giving him a peice of my mind making it clear that he was my dad and i wasn't being bribed into this or just replying O.K and go on with living my life; when my mom burst through the door.

"Make sure all of your boxes are labeled with your name and room on them so the movers know who they belong to and where they go."

"O.K Mom, i am done with it already i did it yesterday with you remember?"

She gave me a disgusted look like i just told her to get a life and walked out of my room.

Huh. Weird. Why was she acting this way? Shouldn't she be sorry for my loss...Our loss. Now i see why i take after her. We both obviously have very frequent and random mood swings.

Back to the Jordan situation.

"I can't go i am moving today remember? I am leaving at 2 O'clock today in about an hour and a half. Maybe when i come back into town?" Was my best excuse for getting out of telling him i didn't feel like going being raped and not even getting the answer.

My mom walking into the room with a long heaping sigh that made me feel uncomfortable.

"Yes mom?" i said trying to not put the annoyed tone i was feeling into my voice but mentally rolling my eyes. She was a roler coaster herself with the constant up and down situations. For crying out loud. I just lost my dad - her husband and we were moving. For all i know she could be the one who killed my dad seeing she knows most of the details and she wasn't even there. ( Yep i was right.. i was definetly like my mother ) OF CORSE THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN... Or did it.. Well maybe it coul-

"Get up and help me load the truck please i need your help and i need to take a break. My back is killing me." She said cutting off my mind babble. I was thankful.. For once anyway.

"Alright mom, i hope your back feels better."

I knew she could sense the tone in my voice that made her think i was kinda scared and not for her.. from her.