Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Maybe that's why you shouldn't trust the ones you hold close. And when everything you know crumbles around you, you'll have to move on eventually. It's for the best, it really is.
Written 25 October 2012.
Try not to be too confused while reading this. It's purposefully vague.
I always knew something was up with James. We were the best of friends for a little over eight years, but I guess something horrible had to be discovered sooner or name is Hayley Mack, and James Cassidy was never really trustworthy. I'm seventeen, facing unpleasant truths no one should ever have to.
Maybe there was a little bit of true affection for me, somewhere in that doe-eyed brunet, but there apparently hasn't been for a while now. He was born and raised for this lifestyle; no wonder I never saw his house in the years we hung out together. I guess I should have been more careful. I mean, my dad was a pretty important consultant for a large shipping company. That company is bankrupt now, likely due to James and whoever he's in contact with.
My family, home, and possessions are gone, though, and I don't know what's happened. Crime scene tape lines our property, the broken and charred remains of a once-imposing home. He just dropped me off after a beautiful weekend at the beach, and drove off again, agitatedly punching buttons on his phone. This situation is one I've only ever seen in movies, never even on the news, and I've now been thrown face-first into this new reality that's quite frankly chaos. I don't want to figure this out any longer.
As the days pass, the crime scene that was my home becomes a murder scene, and I'm living in a shabby motel to save money. I've got money in the bank- lots of it, thankfully, but I'll have to keep low. I know James must be behind this; all the signs point to him, and he's deliberately been avoiding me.
I saw him out in town the other day, exiting a shady looking office with another man, both wearing dark shades and crisp suits. They look painfully like spies, or agents, or- I don't know. They look dangerous, but it hurts most to know that the James I thought I knew so well is truly so different now. I saw him again, out buying a hot dog downed in ketchup and pickles, just the way he's always liked it, so at least I know some things are still the same.
It's been a year and a half since the fire now, and no one knows what's happened to the Mack family. James has been gone from this town for a while now. I guess that's my signal to go, then- nothing and no one I love is left in a town that used to have it all. I'll pack up my bags, and move overseas- out of this shabby motel, out of this daunting city, and start over.
As I look back at the skyline of the city I knew so well one last time, driving away in my beat-up Mercedes, I feel free. I'm finally moving on, and it feels so right.
Thanks for reading! I wrote this for a Power of the Pen prompt- "come face to face with an unpleasant truth". I tweaked a few things before posting it, but otherwise it's exactly the same as my original copy. Please leave a review or favourite this if you enjoyed it xx