63 All These Stress were Piling up

20XX, April 20, Wednesday, 12:33 AM; Konner House, My Room

I can't sleep again. When I laid my head on the pillow, I kept hearing the loud whirring of the air conditioner in the basement. I thought I could also hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

But that was just my imagination. I'm alone in this house. As if uncle, who was the only other person in the house, would suddenly walk around. My life did not have that kind of story.

My insomnia was one of the reasons I'm not yet asleep right now, but there was another thing that happened today, which was making my head ache.

At least it wasn't me getting ambushed by Rick again this morning. Or should be, yesterday morning. However, he still kept messaging me a few times today. Working in his family's company, shouldn't he be busy too?

Anyway, the cause of my added stress was different this time. Yesterday, during my lunch break, while I was about to take my first swallow of my packed food, I received a surprise call. I thought it was from Rick so I was really annoyed when I had to put down my spoon to deny the call. That was when I saw that it was my aunt calling.

Of course I had to answer immediately, forgetting my lunch, but aunt was still mad when the call connected. Then, uncle snatched the phone from her since we couldn't understand each other, both aunt and I trying to talk first. Her, doing her usual nagging, and me, trying to be the obedient child.

But I know I was babbling to avoid telling her something she wouldn't like to know. Receiving that sudden call made me really nervous. Besides, I really didn't get what she was complaining about earlier.

When uncle explained it, I finally stopped babbling since I didn't know what to say about their news. I was silent for a while and uncle let me think. But I'm guessing that what he thought I was distressed of was another reason entirely.

Their news was that they were contacted by uncle's parole officer. The dead uncle, I mean. They were asked if uncle contacted aunt or if they had news of him, since he never called for his regular check. That meant this parole officer was looking for my dead uncle.

Now, aunt also wanted to check on me, in case uncle tried to contact me. I knew they were just checking as a matter of course. Warning me at the same time that we wouldn't know what uncle might do then. They wouldn't think that uncle was actually in the house then as we were talking. They trust me like that.

I don't know if uncle told anybody that he would be visiting his former house. I'm not even sure if someone would be observing the house the next days, since it could be an ex-convicts behavior to visit his family, right?

I'm also not sure if aunt did something so that uncle shouldn't visit us. A restraining order, maybe?

Anyway, I never got to ask this. My mind was filled with the body in the basement so I just hummed for a reply. Uncle didn't think it was suspicious. He just warned me to take care in case uncle was in hiding and might visit me while I was alone. He even offered to drive by tomorrow to check on me. Fortunately, aunt reminded him of some urgent case they had to focus on. But what do I do now?

Uncle was in hiding, yes, in our house. Now, I'm concerned on when some police officer will visit to ask me personally. My problem was not just aunt and uncle now.

Do I try to bury the body in the mountains or something? Have I read too much stories now to think that? This is really not a laughing matter!

To make it worse, I also received a message from Eli, saying that he could go back home this Friday instead of Sunday together with the other guys. He just had to commute by himself so he would be home late. As if him travelling late was what I was worried about.

Now, I have to finish everything before he came back and tell our aunt about everything. Good thing I already told him that we should do it together and talk to them personally. That meant I only have at most, two days to do everything. And that's if the parole officer didn't try to reach out to me first.

Anyway, I'll rush through my plans. I'll contact Rick for a date tomorrow. Or was it already today? I really have to sleep now.