Song: Let me hold you- Josh Krajcik

Mr. Alexander:

There is no reason why the pool house caught on fire. I know someone had to do it and I have a feeling Coralie has something to do with it. That's why she is gone. I don't know what's going on with my girl. My phone keeps going off and when I pull up the picture, I can't believe my eyes. This can't be my little girl. Angie should not have seen this because it just pisses her off more. God I have never seen her this mad. She is losing it. She is up in her room searching through her shit. She comes running down the stairs holding a bag.

"What is this?" she asks me as she shoves it in my chest.

Dammit where did she get that shit. I can't help but yell at Carter. I know he knows about this. I will find out who gave this shit to her. Angie is yelling for me. When I go upstairs she is in Coralie's room. She is holding something in her hands and she is crying on the floor.

"Baby what's wrong?" I ask her. She hands me the book. A journal with Coralie's handwriting. I don't want to read it...I should not read it...but I do. I have to know what is going on with her.

It's dated back to 2016; the first few entries are about normal teen stuff. Then I see the entry about Derrick. This can't be real. There is no way he would do this...I read more and there are so many entries of him...of him touching her. Her feelings being poured out onto these pages that I hold in my trembling hands. The last one entry was in 2017. She must have another journal here somewhere. I start going through her stuff destroying her room even more but I can't find it.

I have never been so pissed off. There are so many entries, so I know this has to be all true. There is no way she would lie about this. Why could she not tell us? I go back and read through the entries again...one of them talks about how I look at her and smile like everything is going to be alright...Is that what she thought? I would have never let anyone hurt her, no way in hell. How could she think that?

Angie and I sit in the living room waiting impatiently on Carter to get back home. When the door opens we both jump up. She can barely stand and I know she is on something. How did it come to this? How could I let it get this far without noticing; was I really that blindsided.

I so don't want to yell at her but I do. "What the hell is this shit?"

She tries lying to me, "Daddy its just candy."

"Stop lying Coralie...I know what they are."

"Then why are you asking me then." She slurs. Then she snaps on her mom, "What in the hell are you doing in my room?"

I see her looking at the journal on the table. I pick it up and slam it hard on the table, it flies open. "Is this shit true?" She doesn't answer. "Coralie god dammit is this shit true and don't fucking lie to me."

She barely gets out a yes. I ignore that she cusses right back at me.

"Where's the other one, I know you have another one where is it." I shake the shit out of her. I don't want to hurt her but dammit I have to know. "I want to see it...you go up to your room and get it now. Don't make me ask you again."

She goes to stand up and falls over. Thankfully I catch her before she injures herself. I help her walk up the stairs to her bedroom. When we enter the room is a hot mess. I know we violated her privacy but she has lied to us so much.

She walks over to the shelf and takes it out. I can't believe we overlooked it. She holds it in her hands for dear life. She is begging me not to look at it.

"Coralie...I just can't do this right now."

I take the journal from her and head back to my room. I sit down on my bed and start reading with Angie by my side. It goes into full detail. Halfway through she has an entry that says: If you are reading this I must be gone. I'm dead...either he killed me or they did. I'm sorry I should have told someone...so please don't judge a book by its cover. I get that he might have killed her but who is 'they' what the hell is she into.

The very next entry is about the pool house. I stand up and start pacing the floor before I know it my fist is in the wall. Angie comes over to me and I push her away. "Don't...dammit...how could we let this happen under our on roof...how...what kind of father let's this happen to his baby girl."

I read on...I have to know. She writes about how we make her go watch his kids...

-I beg them not to let me go, but they force me. I hate his house. I hate his snobby wife and his bratty ass kids. I don't want to see him. I know after last night he will never let me go. NEVER!!! Every time I hear 'baby girl' I want to puke. I begged his wife to take me home. I don't want to be left alone with him. I pissed him off. I told him tonight I was done for good to leave me alone. But I knew he wouldn't let me go. I knew I was dead the moment he pulled the car into the woods. He keeps killing me a little at a time; before you know it I will be gone. God make him stop. He grabbed me so hard forcing me into the back of the car. He planned all of it ahead of time. I know he did. Why else would all the seats be down. He is so strong. I try so hard to close my body from him but he is powerful. He ripped me apart last night and I just know he was going to finishing pulling me apart tonight. I saw her. In the reflection of the window, I say her. I saw the shiny metal to the side and she tells me it's the only way out alive. I forced myself to pick it up, slicing his throat. Oh God you should have seen the blood that poured out of him. I didn't mind him calling me a little bitch...its better than baby girl. Anything is better than baby girl. Anything... She shows me how to start the gas and set the car on fire. No one will ever know what she did...what I did...She is a part of me now. She protects me. She's the only one that cares about me. –

Oh shit...she killed him. She did it. The way she writes is as if someone else done it but she is the one who done it. Holy Fuck! I pick up the vase full of flowers and smash it against the wall, shattering to a zillion pieces, flowers and water splashes everywhere. I need to take out my frustration. I look up and Carter is standing in the doorway.

"Carter go away."

He glances at the mess I created and looks over at me worried. "Dad...what's wrong...what's going on?"

I yell at him, "Carter dammit not right now."

Angie is crying. I know I also scared the shit out of her. "What do we do? What are we going to do?" she keeps saying over and over.

I'm so pissed off right now. I can't believe my best friend would do this. Dammit she should have been able to trust me...us. She should have known I would save her, dammit.

I storm out of our room and go straight to her room. I don't bother knocking. I just need to tell her that I'm sorry and I love her, that I am here for her and we will find a way to make her better. But when I open the door I see her lifeless body on the floor. Every little thing inside of me drains out.

I scream out, "GOD NO!" Angie comes running in with Carter. Both start crying. I don't think; I immediately pick her up carrying her out to the car. I don't waste time calling 911. I get in the car, all of us do...I speed all the way to the ER. I can't lose my girl...not this way.