Silenced 2: The Overtaking (Silenced Series) by RaeBeth McGee-Buda Page B
Authors: RaeBeth McGee-Buda
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was never like that when we were together.” I see a tear fall down her cheek.
“ He’s changed a lot, since you were with him.”
“ I see that. I just can’t believe the change. It’s like a completely different person. He didn’t care if he hurt my feelings.”
As Casey comes out of the stall, she hears me breathing hard. “Are you alright?”
“ Yeah, I’m really stressed with all this shit going on. I didn’t want to talk about Pat or his love life. I honestly don’t think it’s the time and place. But then again, I started the “talk” between you two. I guess I’m just having mixed feelings.” I say, even though she knows I’m lying.
My foot ’s bothering me. The cut’s healing but the redness around the cut is hurting me. When I cut on purpose, it doesn’t seem to bother me. But this time it is.
I want to keep the cut a secret. If Landon f inds out, he’d know how it got there. He’d start questioning me. I don’t want him to go looking in the closet for the razor when we get back. I’ll just replace it with a different one. This way he’ll think he still has it. I’ll have the razor he took, the one I have so many fond memories with.
Once I’m done, we wash our hands and make our way to the table. We order food and wait.
Chapter Eight
The food’s really good. This gives me time to stretch my legs and relax a little. The conversation goes in a variety of directions. The one talk that hurts me the most is the questions about Sarah. I don’t want to talk about her.
Why do they keep bringing her up? Can’t a person grieve in silence? People have to be so dumb when they feel someone needs help. They’re friends of mine; I get that. They want to help me; I get that. What I don’t get is why I have to keep telling them I don’t want to talk about her.
After we’ re done, I call Donna to let her know our whereabouts. “It’s me. We’re leaving Oscar’s now. We stopped to get something to eat and stretch our legs!” I say excitedly.
“ Okay dear, is everything going okay?” She asks in a shaky voice. She’s still crying.
“ Everything’s going as planned. Traffic isn’t too bad. It gets really busy in some places, especially around the major cities of West Virginia. The car is fine and we’re good on gas. I plan to fill up before we leave, so we don’t have to stop again for a while.” I say, trying to reassure her.
“ Good idea. Do me a favor, so I know I don’t have to worry about it,” Donna suggests.
“ What’s that?” I ask bemused.
“ When you stop at rest stops, make sure you girls don’t go far from the guys. I don’t trust anyone nowadays. I don’t want you to just trust anyone. Amber, you can’t be too careful.” Donna says, reminding me of my grandmother.
“ I promise…. Oh, Donna…”
“ Yeah.”
“ You have enough on your mind. You don’t need to worry about us.”
I wrap up the call, head out to the car, and pull out onto Interstate 79, South .
***
The last part of the trip feels like it’s taking forever. We’re held up for half an hour because of an accident. The anticipation is growing stronger as we come closer to Jacksonville. My heart beats faster, because seeing my home town again reminds me of all the fun times.
When I was forced to leave, I had so much hatred towards my mom and Dave. Deep down inside, I r eally didn’t want to leave, but my mother thought she knew what was best. If only we didn’t, then maybe Sarah would be here, and I wouldn’t have to see her lying in a casket.
Sarah always told me everything. It bothers me she didn’t call to let me know she was having a hard time. Pills weren’t her thing. They scared us. Pills are unpredictable, and no one really knows how they’ll interact with your body. Sarah said she didn’t want to take the chance with a bad reaction, and having it end up killing her.
But the next thing I hear is she died from an overdose. It doesn’t sound right,
“ He’s changed a lot, since you were with him.”
“ I see that. I just can’t believe the change. It’s like a completely different person. He didn’t care if he hurt my feelings.”
As Casey comes out of the stall, she hears me breathing hard. “Are you alright?”
“ Yeah, I’m really stressed with all this shit going on. I didn’t want to talk about Pat or his love life. I honestly don’t think it’s the time and place. But then again, I started the “talk” between you two. I guess I’m just having mixed feelings.” I say, even though she knows I’m lying.
My foot ’s bothering me. The cut’s healing but the redness around the cut is hurting me. When I cut on purpose, it doesn’t seem to bother me. But this time it is.
I want to keep the cut a secret. If Landon f inds out, he’d know how it got there. He’d start questioning me. I don’t want him to go looking in the closet for the razor when we get back. I’ll just replace it with a different one. This way he’ll think he still has it. I’ll have the razor he took, the one I have so many fond memories with.
Once I’m done, we wash our hands and make our way to the table. We order food and wait.
Chapter Eight
The food’s really good. This gives me time to stretch my legs and relax a little. The conversation goes in a variety of directions. The one talk that hurts me the most is the questions about Sarah. I don’t want to talk about her.
Why do they keep bringing her up? Can’t a person grieve in silence? People have to be so dumb when they feel someone needs help. They’re friends of mine; I get that. They want to help me; I get that. What I don’t get is why I have to keep telling them I don’t want to talk about her.
After we’ re done, I call Donna to let her know our whereabouts. “It’s me. We’re leaving Oscar’s now. We stopped to get something to eat and stretch our legs!” I say excitedly.
“ Okay dear, is everything going okay?” She asks in a shaky voice. She’s still crying.
“ Everything’s going as planned. Traffic isn’t too bad. It gets really busy in some places, especially around the major cities of West Virginia. The car is fine and we’re good on gas. I plan to fill up before we leave, so we don’t have to stop again for a while.” I say, trying to reassure her.
“ Good idea. Do me a favor, so I know I don’t have to worry about it,” Donna suggests.
“ What’s that?” I ask bemused.
“ When you stop at rest stops, make sure you girls don’t go far from the guys. I don’t trust anyone nowadays. I don’t want you to just trust anyone. Amber, you can’t be too careful.” Donna says, reminding me of my grandmother.
“ I promise…. Oh, Donna…”
“ Yeah.”
“ You have enough on your mind. You don’t need to worry about us.”
I wrap up the call, head out to the car, and pull out onto Interstate 79, South .
***
The last part of the trip feels like it’s taking forever. We’re held up for half an hour because of an accident. The anticipation is growing stronger as we come closer to Jacksonville. My heart beats faster, because seeing my home town again reminds me of all the fun times.
When I was forced to leave, I had so much hatred towards my mom and Dave. Deep down inside, I r eally didn’t want to leave, but my mother thought she knew what was best. If only we didn’t, then maybe Sarah would be here, and I wouldn’t have to see her lying in a casket.
Sarah always told me everything. It bothers me she didn’t call to let me know she was having a hard time. Pills weren’t her thing. They scared us. Pills are unpredictable, and no one really knows how they’ll interact with your body. Sarah said she didn’t want to take the chance with a bad reaction, and having it end up killing her.
But the next thing I hear is she died from an overdose. It doesn’t sound right,
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