Was flashed across Malie's phone screen, meaning Malie's FaceTime was connecting to Luke's. Soon his face appeared with a huge smile plastered across his face but quickly faded when he noticed his girlfriend's eyes; they were grey again like when they first 'met'.
"What happened?" Luke questioned with worry, deciding he would tell his happy news to Malie at a better time.
"She left me something Luke." Malie replied, not looking at her phone but down in her hands at the box her mother left her, with things filled inside.
"What did she leave you?" Luke wondered, hoping she was referring to her mother like he figured.
"A box, a box with tons of letters.. tons. And.. And pictures, and, and money." She sniffled, holding back the tears that threatened to escape.
"What do they say?" He asked, noticing how he just kept throwing questions at his beautiful girlfriend, but he was curious.
"I'll show you when I get back to London."
The boy nodded understandingly, and finally decided to tell Malie the great news. "Some one screwed up in the chemistry lab today, and apparently it's really bad so we have the week off until it gets de-infected." Luke uttered, happy he was getting out of college for a week.
His words caused Malie to look up at the camera with a faint smile.
"And when you get back to London, we are going on a vacation together somewhere for the remainder of the week." Luke murmured with a smile and cherry cheeks.
Malie's mood instantly brightened & she flashed a smile a bit at the plush cheeks of her wonderful boyfriend.
After the funeral had ended, Malie went back to her mother's house which this was her 2nd time visiting this place, the other had been right before the funeral when she had found what her mother had left her and was drowning in her own tears.
A knock was heard on the wooden door of the bedroom, Malie lifting her head up to see who it belonged to.
Malie didn't say anything, she didn't have anything to say to this man.
"I'm guessing you found the box earlier, yeah?" He questioned, propping himself in the doorway. Malie nodded, looking everywhere in the room but at him.
"Did you read the letter as to why she died?" He asked, voice low, Malie shaking her head in response.
"It's the very last one, I suppose."
Malie leaned off the side of the bed that belonged to her mother and felt her hand around for the little box underneath, when she felt the material, she grabbed it, bringing it up to her and sat up on the bed, opening it with the lock that was stuffed in her jeans pocket.
She scrambled around, looking for that letter, until finally she found it. The last letter she has not opened yet, and opened it, eyes skimming over it carefully.
Gasping, she looked up when she finished the letter.
"How could you?" Malie asked her so called father in disgust, eyeing him like he was a disgrace.
"I had to do, what I had to do." He shrugged.
"Tell me why you had to make her believe what she was doing was so bad she needed to kill herself?" Malie questioned, angrier than ever.
"Because what she was doing was bad." He answered with a small smug smirk placed on his face.
"How is leaving me all these things bad?" Malie asked with a raised voice.
"BECAUSE THOSE THINGS WERE MEANT TO GO TO ME, THE MONEY MOSTLY, BUT NO SHE HAD TO GET A DIVORCE AND LEAVE US, YOU'RE THE FAULT OF THIS ALL, IF YOU WERE NEVER HERE EVERYTHING WOULD BE GOING TO ME AND NOT YOU!" Matt screamed, face red, balled fists.
Malie was taken back, tears starting to form but she held them back, closing the box and locking it back once more.
"Okay." Malie mummered, getting off the bed with the box in hand and walking right past Matt and right out the door. It was time to go back home now, she had already been to the funeral, and got what was left to her.
Hey guys it's been a while but Summer just began Friday and I've been in a different state, I've recently have gotten home though.
This book won't mention her dad anymore btw, and this will be ending soon. I already have the epilogue planned out.
Well just comment what you think on this chapter, yeah I hate her dad too.