All Chapters of Oak Tree: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I stare out of the glass of Ben’s car as he speeds his way in the road, watching the buildings and people pass by. After lot of useless bickering at the café, Ben suggested to drive me to Trust and Co., so I complied. Since entering the car and up until now, Ben has been thinking out loud nonstop, asking me things now and then. At first it was all about the case and how the killer did this and did that, when I also mentioned that the killer must have been at my place as well. During the time Kate had thrown a surprise party and when I had slapped Cara, to which Ben suggested that the killer maybe Cara, since she has been so persistent that Kate is the killer and she never said from where the rumor begin. But I had waved it off, saying that Cara has been my friend and there is a thing or two that I know about her, one of them happens to be a strong believer of groundless rumors. But talking about the rumor had brought a completely different thought in my head which I

“Not right now Lara. Get lost.” Was Joslyn’s fast and rude reply, not even bothering to look Lara in the face as she said it, continuing on her ranting. Lara, however, wasn’t very convinced.“You think I’m pathetic? You should be saying that to your playboy of a boyfriend-““Joslyn, we need to talk RIGHT NOW!”By now, we were all talking at the same time, Kate included. My face contorted in fury at Joslyn’s words, and I wanted to know what she had to say about my boyfriend. Jos never liked Charlie, at least not as my boyfriend. But I had no idea she would go this far.“Shut it Lara! I need to know what Joslyn here has to say about MY boyfriend.” I hissed, raising my hand in front of Lara’s face to shut her up, my eyes narrowed in anger and venom.But that didn’t really work the way I wanted it too. I had expected Lara to back away the way she always did when someone

The next day was when I received the news. Jos was expelled from school. Lara was hospitalized. And Ben hadn’t broken up with Jos, which I thought he would.But I guess that’s because he didn’t get the chance to tell her, for Jos had switched off her phone and wasn’t picking up any calls. Even when I tried, she wouldn’t. I understood her all too well.Just thinking about the previous day incidents sent my head spinning again, making me feel nauseous. And I knew that whatever Jos did or said yesterday, she felt guilty about it now. Whatever she had said, no matter how true they were, she felt that regret for not holding back her anger.She said she already knew Lara was messed up in the head, nothing would have gone wrong if she just let Lara babble out whatever she wanted. Being the cause of a person getting hospitalized wasn’t something anyone fancied. But what was done was done. Nothing we do or say could change it.I

He doesn’t deserve it. Joseph doesn’t deserve this. He is too good to be with Kate. Too good a guy to be a friend of Charlie.Now why am I dragging this guy back in my thoughts?But I’m angry at Kate because she deceived me, or Joseph. What angers me is the false hope that Dave had given her-once again.The same thing he did seven years ago.And Kate had fallen straight in the trap.No, Kate hadn’t fallen in the trap. She chose to walk into the trap on her own. She knew he was lying, she knew what he was, and yet she made this decision.She knew she was walking back to the monster.I didn’t realize that the car come to a halt due to my foggy mind and blurry eyes. Wiping my eyes in my sleeves like a child, I pay the cab man before making my way inside the building and towards the apartment.Dave’s apartment is in the second floor, making it easier for me to find. Once I reach the second floor,

My eyes flutter open as I wake up from a dreamless, peaceful sleep. I smile despite myself, having had a peaceful sleep in a long time. Slowly, my eyes adjust to my surroundings, only then do I realize, I’m not in my room, nor is this my house. Where on earth am I? “You are awake.” Comes a jolly voice, making me turn my head towards the direction of the door, where the voice came from. There stands Charlie, with a dashing smile and a coffee mug in hand. I force out a smile, still not sure how I got here and why I’m not dripping wet like I should, unless someone changed my cloths… “Where are my cloths?” I ask darkly, my smile immediately fading. Charlie just chuckles, walking with the coffee mug towards me before actually handing it to me. “Relax, I let them to dry. They were soaked wet.” What the fuck? So does that mean…No way! Before I can voice out my thoughts, Charlie lets out a squeaky laugh as if reading my though