I was discharged from the hospital after two days, as my bruises, weren’t as severe. My school, was shut down, for investigation, and we were advised by law enforcement, to stay, put in the house for at least a week for press to die down.
I had been spending my time in my room, peering up at the walls, going through the events in the forest and in the hospital. I have to find out more, about this Diablo boy, and I have to find out more, about that mysterious girl. I know there must be supernatural forces at play but I don’t necessarily, know, if it has much to do with devils, like Paris and the town claim
In order to get to the bottom of this, I have to go back to the school, and see Diablo like he instructed me too. A few problems, persist, it’s been 2 days, so who knows if Diablo is still waiting for me, and the 2nd problem is Araya died, the 2nd time she came into the forest. Who knows what dangers are awaiting me.236Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqSDnlDSXWx
The bright lights hitting my windows, tells me obviously it would be foolish to leave now. Luckily I have been plotting for 2 days now. I pulled, my fluffy blue, star-covered covers over my head and went over the plan.
I can’t ask mom or dad to give me a ride to the school obviously, sneaking out at board daylight is dumb. So nighttime is my best bet, but how I’m going to get to the school, will be interesting as well.
School is 15 minutes by car. I’m bad at math, so I don’t know how long of a walk that will take, so I will say walking there, will take a very long time.
Paris, however, is one, neighborhood, beside me, and if I’m not mistaken, I remember one time, Paris was blabbing about how her, 16-year-old cousin, Blaire, is staying for a month. She often drives Paris to school. Luckily I have Paris’s number and can call her on the home phone, after dinner today.
I just gotta be careful with my choice of words.
As dinner time rolled by it was about, 6:00pm. The smell of okra soup filled the entire house, which means it was time to start the plan.
I hopped down my bed, landing on the soft plushy white carpet, and shoot down the stairs, to head down to dinner. When I got downstairs my dad was clicking through, channels with a scrunched brow. He complained that the news, was, just filled, with me going missing as well as the Araya Young case. He settled into, his large navy blue couch, and just settled on the news.
I took up space next to him.
Mom, was busy in the kitchen, preparing everyone’s bowl of soap. My dad squeezed my hands, tight, into his.
“Chloe how have you been doing?”
“I’m doing okay dad” I replied. He ranted on about how, ridiculous the media and the news, and how HavenBelle was filled with crazy lunatics. He went on about, how if the cost of living in HavenBelle, wasn’t decent, he would take me away from this place.
When we were done eating, our soup, I went to go help mom do the dishes, as usually, while my dad put away the plates. When my parents, are done eating they usually relax in their rooms, that will be a perfect time, to call Paris. The house phone was just near the end of the kitchen counters, just in reach for me.
When my parents retired to bed that’s when I commenced my plan. I reached over the counters on my tippie toes and typed in Paris’s house number. “565-789-0041”
The phone went ring, ring ring, for about a minute before, someone finally picked up the phone.
“Hello?” A mellow feminine voice rang through the phone. It didn’t sound like Paris or her mother, it must have been Blaire.
“Hello if this is Blaire, do you mind passing the phone to Paris?”
She immediately answered in a monotone voice. “Paris is asleep at this time. Who are you, and why are you calling at this time?”
Just my luck the one person I need to convince Blaire to drive me is asleep. How do I even convince Blaire to take me to the school. I’m going to sound like I have lost my mind, talking about how I need to find out about two possible fugitives.
“This is Chloe…….I need your help……could you please drive me to HavenBelle elementary school?” There is something I must do…….”
She stood in silence all I can hear is her breathing through the phone.
“Awe, your, Paris’s little friend. The girl that got lost in the forest”
“Aren’t you like 3? Why the fuck would someone be stupid enough to go back there?” She continued.
Well………that was a bit harsh. I didn’t realize teenagers, were so mean.
“That’s a bad word……..and I’m 7 years old…….about to be 8……” I croacked.
“Welp congratulations, kid, I’m gonna hang up” Blaire scoffed at me
“Wait……wait wait. I will pay ya……..” I said this knowing, I do not have a penny to my name
Blaire ended up bargaining for $300. Blaire pushed on about, how a 7 year old would even have this kind of money. I fluffed the truth, by telling her, I can make up an excuse, to attain the money.
Blaire finally agreed, and said quote on quote. “If I don’t have the money by the end of this week she will kick my ass”
That was definitely not reassuring…….but she let me know I gotta be ready and outside by 8:00 or she will drive off.
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