Song: Wait for you- Tom Walker and Zoe Wess

I can hear them in their bedroom trying to talk low so that I can't hear them but I can. My mom just wants me to keep quiet about everything but dad thinks I need to tell someone. Mom is just afraid that I will go to jail however, he tells her that we have a strong case and there is no way in hell that they would do that since it was all self-defense. He explains that we should have said something months ago when it happened. I hear my mom say something about what if they can't protect me...what if everything blows up and on top of that she thinks I'm going to lose it. I hear her tell him that she doesn't want to send me back to the facility. I know she is scared but so am I....but we all know what needs to be done.

The next day, dad is fixing himself a cup of coffee when I walk into the kitchen. Mom is trying to cook breakfast. When she turns to look at me she tries to avoid looking at me directly because she has been crying; her eyes are all puffy and red. She thought I wouldn't notice but do.

"Good morning sweetheart." My dad says when he sees me.

"Good morning." I reply as I sit across from him.

"So...your mom and I have talked it over and I'm going to give Samantha a call this morning to see if she can meet us. You sure you want to go through with this?"

I shake my head no but then nod yes. "No...but she needs to know what really happened."

"Ok...I will call her." He puts down his mug and them kisses my mom before leaving.

That night the three of us meet her at a local café. Dad feels that we need to be in a location where other people are around us because he has a feeling that she is going to flip out.

I watch my mom hug her when she comes over to the table. They were really close but I'm not sure if they even talk to each other anymore, not since we moved. My dad shakes her hand. "Glad you could make it tonight."

I glance at her but then look away. I'm not sure that I can do this after all...suddenly I feel like I'm going to be sick and my the palms of my hands are really sweaty. I look down at them and they are starting to tremble.

'Don't tell her anything.'

'She won't believe you.'

'Seriously don't do this.'

I grab my head and start massaging it, while closing my eyes. 'Will you two shut up.' I don't say it out loud for anyone to hear. 'Please...let me handle this.'

"Coralie is everything alright." My mom looks at me concerned.

I let go of my head. "Yes...think I'm just getting a headache." I lie because my mom has never really been alright with me talking about the voices in my head and there is no reason to bring it up right now.

"So...you guys wanted to tell me something?" Samantha says. She looks more at my mom but the moment she looks at me I have a really sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I jump up from the table, making my way to the restroom. I run into the stall and pace back and forth in the super small space. I'm hyperventilating and when I hear the main door open up, I puke in the toilet.

There is a light knock on the door. "Honey...are you ok?" My mom sounds really worried about me.

"Yeah..." I lie. No I'm not ok. How I can be...why is it that you hear me puking and ask if I'm ok seriously, does it freaking look like it. I open the door and she hands me a wet paper towel. I wipe my mouth off and look in the mirror. The girl staring back looks sick like she is coming down with something with light circles around her eyes.

"You know you don't have to tell her."

"I know...but she needs to know." I turn and walk out of the restroom and my mom follows after me.

When I get back to the table we order our food even though I'm pretty sure that I am not going to eat anything.

'You're too weak...let me do it.'

'I'll tell that bitch; don't think I won't.'

My dad looks at me then back at Samantha. "We asked you to come because we feel that you need to know what happened that night." My dad takes my hand under the table and squeezes it firmly to let me know it's going to be alright.

"What are you talking about?"

"The night Derrick was found...we know what happened."

"How? Is there more evidence? Why didn't the police come tell me?"

"Because they don't know."

I watch as her body goes rigid. "What? Then how?" She stops and looks right at me. "You...you have known all along. You know what happened?" And then it must click in her little brain because she somehow knows. "You did it...you killed my husband."

I nod my head.

"Why? How could you...you fucking little brat. I always knew you were trouble but he insisted that you had to watch our kids."

"Stop right there...I would appreciate it if you didn't talk to my daughter that way," my dad says firmly.

"Seriously! How do you expect I should be; why in the hell would I do that." She glares back at me. "WHY?" She says rather loudly while slamming her hand on the table. People close by look our way and I can feel Willow begging me to let her join the conversation.

"Please keep it down," my dad tells her.

"That's why you wanted to meet here...you knew I would over react to this..."

"Samantha..." My mom tries to calm her down but it doesn't work.

Dad interrupts them. "Look Coralie feels that you should know what happened that night. Can you just listen for a few minutes?"

She huffs and leans back in her chair. She crosses her arms in front of her body trying to give more distance between us. "Well do explain."

"I...I...Uh...I asked you to take me home that night. But you said no that he would take me."

"Yes...because he insisted to take you home," she snaps back.

"Because he wanted to be alone with me."

"You are a child. Why would he want to be with you? You are lying."

I hold both of my hands tightly together to keep them from trembling. "He wanted to be alone with me to...do things...he kept saying how much he loved me."

"You got to be kidding me...seriously you think I should believe this shit."

My voice changes...it's more rude and harsh, "I don't care if you believe it or not it's the truth."

"Why would he love you...he had me?"

"Maybe he was just a sick bastard," I snap back at her.

"Coralie..." My dad reaches over and squeezes my hand harder this time.

"I'm sorry..."

'No you're not...he was and you know it.'

'Shut up...not know.'

'You tell her or I will.'

"Shut the fuck up!" I must have said that out loud because all three stop to look at me including people close by...I can feel hundreds of eyes on me. I'm fixing to lose it. "I'm sorry...my head is just really hurting."

Dad stops and looks at me. He really looks at me and I'm sure he already knows what is happening. I can't keep them away much longer.

"We didn't come here to start trouble," he says calmly.

"Yeah...well I think I need to talk with my lawyer." She throws her napkin down in front of her.

"Do you really want to do that? Do you really want everyone to know what he did?"

"What you think everyone will believe your drug addict whore of a daughter...I seen the pictures the whole town has...that's why you moved to begin with. Everyone knows what she did with those boys; I'm sure she tried the same thing with Derrick."

My dad opens up his briefcase revealing my journals. "We have all the evidence...believe me it will all hold up in court...maybe you should read it."

"Just because she wrote down shit...doesn't prove anything...it doesn't mean it happened."

"How about you read it...then decide if you want to say something."

I glare at my dad. "She can't have my journals." My heart starts pounding out of my chest. It's beating so rapidly that I'm not sure that I will ever get it to calm down back to normal. Cora is itching to scream out and Willow is right behind her.

"I made copies...can she see the copies?" he asks.

I reach over snatching my journals out of his hand and run out the door. When I get to the car, I fall beside the door holding onto them for dear life.

My dad comes out and squats down beside me. "Hey kido...I'm sorry I should have asked first."

"They are mine...mine!" I hold them so close to me so no one can get them.

"I know."

"You have no right," I snap.

"I know..." he tries to comfort me by putting his arm around me. "Coralie...I'm sorry."

"I'm not Coralie...don't touch me."

He moves away from me as he continues to look at me. "Oh...ok...how about you get in the car and wait...ok."

"Why?"

"Please just do it."

I get in and he shuts the door. I watch him as he makes a phone call to someone and then when he hangs up he slides the phone into his back pocket. A few minutes later my mom comes out and get in the car, then he gets in. The whole way home I am rocking back and forth and hold my journals for dear life.

They don't talk all the way home. When we pull up, Zayden just so happens to be waiting on the front porch. I get out of the car and walk right past him. I don't want him to see me this way. My eyes have circle around them and they are all buffy from crying.

"Hey." He calls after me but I run up to my room. A few minutes later there is a light knock on the door and when I don't say anything he comes in anyway. I'm sitting on my bed and still holding onto the journals. I have my knees up, shutting everything out around me.

I don't bother to look up. "Go away...I don't want you to see me like this."

"Like what?"

"Like this...please go away...go home."

"I'm not leaving." He tells me and he proceeds to sit on the edge of my bed.