The summer where I died

The phone call

(before you read this chapter, I just wanted to tell ya'll that I'm also gonna start writing a romance story soon, and I would appreciate it if you could read it, if you like the description obviously. Thank you so much for 52 views, lmao I know it's not a lot but for me it is, so thank you, I hope you enjoy this chapter!)

When we got home, it was about 6pm and I was exhausted. Rose started to cook dinner, like she always does, and I was with Johnathan in the living room.

-So?? What took ya'll so long! Why did Ro have to go at the station for?
-They got arrested. I say letting out a breath.
-What?
-The stalkers got arrested.
-Then why aren't you more happy? It's over Tara!
-Yeah, I know.

Rose jumps in the conversation.

-Miss Tara thinks it's not over yet. She was like: it's too easy, Rose said in a mocking voice.

I hated when she would mock me like that.

-Alright, John says rubbing his hands together, you are too stressed, you need to lay down and relaaaax! You're taking this detective instinct too far!
-Fine, I say laying down as I lift up my arms in the air.
-I'm relaaaax, see?
-Stop making fun of me Tara!
-Johnathan, relaaaax, I start laughing and Rose as well
-Tara... Johnathan can't even finish his sentence as he starts laughing too.

He looks at me in the eyes while he laughs. He was pretty handsome. Black silky hair, green eyes. As green as an emerald. He was very tall, like 6ft5 tall. Which was good for me since I was 5ft9. We quickly realize that everybody had stopped laughing and we we're just starring at each other.

-Alright love birds, dinner's ready! Rose turns around like she's about to make a joke. Oh I'm sorry guys, did I ruin your movie-like moment? She says sarcastically.
-Shut up Rose and let me eat whatever's in that plate, because that shit looks good as hell.

We all laugh and sit around the dinning table to eat. We talk about what happened today, the small accident, the fight in the elevator, and the subject changes to what Johnathan has been up too that last two months, he explained that he took amazing photos all around the world. Johnathan loved photography, it was his passion.

As we all clean out the table, my phone rings. I put down the plates on the kitchen counter and do a quick jog to the coffee table, in the living room, and slide the answer button.

-Hello?
-...
-Hello, who is this?

I quickly check the phone number and it's a no-caller ID

-Accept your fate, Tara Archer.
-How- You're in jail!
-You really thought it was that easy? You stupid child. You thought it was only three people on this? Imbecile. Those people were only a warning. This is just the beginning.
-If this is a joke, it's not funny.
- Look at your window, the one that's one your left.

I slowly walk to the window. I hide behind the curtains and peek a sight. I drop the phone and yell out of horror. He was right. I was right. This is just the beginning.

This is just the beginning of the long journey, leading to my death.

This is just the beginning of the summer where I died.