December 2016. Around Christmas Time, 2 months later

I'm at Beaver Creek. After two months on the run out in the wilderness living in the cabin with Daniel, I have finally made it to Beaver Creek where my estranged Mom's Grandparents live. Claire and Stephen Reynolds.

They weren't welcoming at first, especially Claire. She is strict and a bit hard on us sometimes. I'm not allowed to go outside, or use the computer and phone for my own safety. Another thing I find odd is that she's locked the door to my Mom's old room and we're not allowed to enter there. I wonder what she is hiding about her estranged daughter from us. I tried asking her at Breakfast to no avail.

My first chance to use the phone and computer came on Sunday, when both her and Stephen were out to church for two hours. Daniel had gone to the Eriksen's next door, to play with their son Chris who is the same age as him so after taking the laundry I had some time to myself.

Curious, as I had not been on the internet for over two months since I ditched my phone at the motel, I decided to log in . No Harm Right? I can always delete my web history after so Stephen won't know.

I logged in to Twitter. Bad mistake. There was a lot of Racist shit written about me and my race and people were chatting shit and sending me various death threats, even Lyla too when she stood up for me. Somebody even told her to go back to China and eat dogs. Disgusting. Just like that flyer I saw at the gas station about nachos and maracas in Mexico. Not all of us are like that. And definitely not Lyla I know she wouldn't have eaten Mushroom if Mushroom was still alive and if she was here to see her .

That reminded me about our last conversation and my promise. How I would call her again when I had the chance, and now I did. There was a home phone that was right there in the sitting room. I needed to talk to her to update her on the situation. She hasn't been doing well, I saw on her twitter page.

Since the grandparents were still out, I decided to ring her. No harm in a quick call right? I memorised her number from my sketchbook and dialled it on the home phone.

"Lyla. Lyla it's me Sean" I took a deep breath anticipating her response

"Sean Sean Oh my god. Where have you been? You just hung up on me like that! You had me worried sick!" She started scolding me

I winced. She was still mad at me for cutting her off two months ago, and I didn't blame her. I deserved every bit of telling off right now after how I just dumped her on the phone like that.

"I've been out in the woods with Daniel. Surviving outside I was outside for a month. But I found somewhere safe for now" I explained trying my best to smooth out the whole conversation

"Where . Where exactly are you?" She demanded asking me more questions

I took a deep breath. As much as I trusted Lyla, I couldn't put her or myself in more danger by revealing my location so I just decided to reassure her with as little information I could give out while being reassuring at the same time.

"Somewhere safe. I'm ok don't worry" I reassured her, as I hovered over the phone taking some deep breaths

"Sean Sean, please don't hang up on me again. I want to talk to you more. I want to hear your voice for a bit longer" She cried and begged me over the phone

I wasn't planning on ending the call, I just wasn't sure what to say anymore. It had been too long. We used to talk and call every day, but now it's once a month if we're lucky and even then I don't know what to say. Shit changes so fast, we went from best friends to strangers...

Hearing her cries and her sounding so broken, made me break a little. I missed her so much. I can't even hug her right now like how we used to. Damn this distance and this situation!

"Alright. Let's talk about something else for a change. How's the guys? How's school and How's Jenn?" I asked wanting some distraction

Lyla chuckled through tears on the other side of the phone. "The guys are doing Good. Adam and Eric are still having their weekly night gaming parties , Jenn - she's moved on she's dating Derek Andrews. And because of that I don't talk to her anymore" she replied in a huffed voice

I let out a small chuckle. It's good to see Lyla back to her old self, even if it's temporary. It sounds petty her not talking to Jenn anymore because Jenn moved on so fast. Sounds like something she would definitely do.

"Man, I miss that. I miss our weekly gaming parties with the guys. They're still doing it without me, I so wish I could be there. And Jenn really? I'm not surprised. Derek was literally all over her page it makes sense" I chuckled not giving a fuck about the last bit

Funny, how two months ago I wanted to be with Jenn and was head over heels with her now I couldn't give a fuck. If anything, the events of the last two months had proved that. After the incident, Jenn did text me once to wish me well but her and along with the others of my so called-friends all claimed that they couldn't talk to me anymore because of the police saying I was a "homicide suspect" Bullshit. Real situations like these expose who your fake friends are.

Only Lyla was true to her word. Hence why I trust and love her so much.

"Yeah they're cool. But it's not the same without you. I miss you so so much. Do you think we'll ever see each other again?" She asked close to tears

I felt myself coming close to tears too at her tone. I missed her so much too. But come on man, you can't do that. You got to be strong.

"Yes. We will. I just got to lay low for a bit until all of this blows over, then once it's clear I can come back and see you" I said half-lying it was a childish hope and dream. The police will never stop looking for me, and I'm heading for Puerto Lobos. I don't think I will be coming back ever and neither will it ever be safe.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the phone Lyla asked me in disbelief "You think? You promise to come and see me as soon as it blows over?" I could hear the tiny hint of hope in her voice, and I didn't want to break it.

"You're strong Lyla. And Yes I promise. It'll take a while but I'll be back. I got to go find Daniel. Love you" I quickly put the phone back down, my heart beating rapidly as I said those words.

There. I finally said it. Those words I wanted to say at the end of our last call. I finally brought up the courage to say it. I don't know what washed over me but it finally happened. I finally said it out loud. I finally admitted it . My feelings.

Oh get over it, you better hurry your ass before Claire finds out and scolds both you and Daniel for going to the Eriksen's. Get your ass moving! My headed scolded me once more as I headed for the door, to find Daniel who was at Chris' next door.

Author's Note: This was originally only going to be a short story with a Sean and Lyla ship, but then I decided to expand it to more than that and mention other events from Sean's point of view in game to make it longer. Hence why it's changed from third person to first person journal view. Just like the sketchbook in game but in more detail. Sorry for the confusion!