Chapter 287

"I thought you said you were going to take a nap?" Oakley says and I nod my head. 

"I am".

I don't give her any further explanations and I just walk over to the counter in the kitchen. Okay, my heart is beating in my ears now.

Exactly who would have dropped it.

A name comes up in my head, a name of someone who has been here just a few moments ago, but I don't think Adrian is one to compose a letter.

It might be because I find I do not actually know the guy but still whatever this is, it is really nerve wracking.

Dropping a letter like this, I mean what if my aunt came and found it, what if Oakley had found it.

I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't hear the end of it, even though she wouldn't dare to taunt Scott, what am I saying?, she will taunt him up to the point where he will be red behind the ears, and I am really thankful that I'm the one that picked it up first.

I pick it up expecting to see some fancy scrawling on it, or something that address it to Scott but I am really surprised when I see my name on it.

I'm definitely surprised when I see my own name on it, okay this is weird, this is weird, this is weird.

I grab it and I make my way upstairs as quickly as I can.

I can still feel Oakley's gaze following me deadly as I make my way up the stairs. She suspects something already, she suspects something that's why I am so so nervous and I wonder why that is.

Okay it is normal, it is for her to suspect something because I practically run up the stairs with this pink letter close to my heart, but still she shouldn't think that I am a criminal of all of a sudden.

I'm just rambling nonsense at this point because I am nervous. I rip the envelope open and the moment I recognise the writing, the moment I recognise the writing I can feel tears beginning to pool out the side of my eyes.

This is Aron's writing. I just been fascinated by the way his script was always so elegant etched out on paper, it was one of the things that I loved about him.

 If you took a look at my notes you would think that i was a chicken, you would think it was a chicken that was crawling something onto the notes but when it comes to Aron, whenever it come to Aron, his handwriting is always in a beautiful script.

His notes and everything about him simply screams neat, and so I recognise his handwriting almost like it is my own.

I recognise it fast enough for me to drop the letter on the floor. I'm not going to read it. I am simply not going to read it because I have a bad feeling about this.