Diary #4
Diary #4
Dear Maddox,
It feels strange writing to you this way, but since I can’t seem to get a hold of you any other way, I thought I’d give it a try.
Despite everything that has transpired between us, you’re still one of the few people I trust. I’ll probably always love you, even if I never see you again.
I recently saw Chase for who he was. You were right; he wasn’t to be trusted. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure that out.
He told me some things that were upsetting. About me, about you, about your sister.
I’m going to do what I can to find the truth. Too many years have passed at this point to not do something. I’m tired of the lies, and if anything, at least I’ll finally know.
I hate the thought of you in jail, but it also gives me a sense of peace. I hate that it does. I’m sorry.
I’m hoping to find out some info soon, and when I do, be prepared to be rescued all hero style. It’s my new thing.
I miss you, Maddox.
I still think Mad Dog is a stupid name.
Love,
Your Rosebud