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"I know what she's going to do Dad." I spoke soft.
Dad instantly turned around and came towards me.
"Well...what!" Dad was getting too impacient.
Should I tell him? Why did I ever read her diary? Stupid, stupid Stephanie. Now I wanted to kill myself. Wait, I shouldn't say that, because I wouldn't. Unlike DJ, who I think is truthfully going to kill herself.
I finally spoke. "Um...nothing, never mind."
Dad felt like he had his hopes up for nothing. "You sure, honey?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Dad just left the room giving up. He just went downstairs and called the police about a missing girl. Dad exclaimed DJ perfectly to the police. It seemed like I would know exactly how she looked like even if I didn't know her. I could hear things like 'short, blonde hair' and 'blue eyes' and practically everything.
"Okay, thank you very much, sir." Dad hung up the phone softly. "Where could she be at a time like this?"
I could see that Dad was about to cry. I went down the stairs quietly. "Dad?"
"Yeah, Steph?" Dad didn't seem to calm now.
"I was thinking if we could, could talk." My voice seemed to get louder.
"Sure," Dad walked into the living room and sat on the couch.
I sat next to him.
"It's about DJ," I really didn't want to tell him.
"Oh Steph, what is it?" Dad was so eager to hear the news.
I just had to tell him. What if I was too late? Better late than leaving her out there. "Last night, I went into my room. I found DJ's diary on top of her desk. I couldn't help but to read it."
Dad interrupted me and said, "Steph, you know you shouldn't have...but I will make an exception this time. "So, what did it say?"
"As I was saying, I kept reading and she had a lot of problems. She saw Steve with another girl. They were kissing and it wasn't her cousin this time. Trust me. And about you all lecturing her. She said that in the diary. She got an F because she couldn't handle all the stress. And later on in the diary, she exclaimed how she wanted, wanted to..." My voice got softer and softer.
Dad was now literally about to cry. He had his hands on his head and kept shaking his head.
"Steph, what?" Dad was actually yelling. "Steph what did she write!"
Dad was shaking my shoulders and trying to get it out of me. It would kill Dad if he knew, but it would literally kill DJ if he doesn't know.
I took deep breaths.
"DJ is...is...going to..."
I know you guys hate cliffhangers, but it's the only way to keep you reading. Sorry! Well please Review!
-Stacy-