Chapter 35: Enemy

Yesterday in the evening I had a conversation with Jessica about Fred. The conversation didn't end well, I didn't up storming out of her room with my eyes filled with tears. She was so heartless, she didn't care about Fred's death at all. I was beginning to wonder if really she was innocent of what the police were accusing her and her friends of doing. When I went to my room, I sat on my bed thinking about the conversation we had and everything. I had never seen an selfish person like Jessica, she was so self-centered to the extent all she cherished was herself. She talked about leaving home when Aunt Vicky scolded her yesterday, that means she could even leave her mom. She obviously didn't care about her mother, she wouldn't care about her father either if he were to be alive. My sleep yesterday was half, and in the morning I prepared for work as early as possible and left home without even taking breakfast. I lied to Aunt Vicky that I had some papers to sign that instant