Hello diary and so sorry for not writing much. Quite busy. I was in my living room reading a book entitled "Wartime". It was really a very interesting and exciting book so I was engrossed it in totally. But then I heard some loud noises and something like a cup shattering downstairs. Then the front door slammed so loud, my book clattered to the floor.
"Oh rats, where had I gone to?" I asked myself, flipping through the pages. However, downstairs, the noise continued. More shattering of china sounded, I think. "Priang, priang, priang..." I couldn't stand it any further. I bookmarked the page (I found it in the end) and was starting down the stairs.
Wow. The mess was terrible downstairs. There was shattered china all over the place; shards of ceramic lay on the floor. It was a hard task trying not to step on them. I looked around the living room cum kitchen. Who was the one throwing all those things? What a waste of money and time (to clean up).
Then I saw Mrs. Watters sitting on the couch, crying. Crying?! I thought. Why? I was pretty curious so I hopped around the broken plates and stuff to get to the couch. Mrs. Watters was talking on the phone and tears were spilling down from her eyes.
Her right hand was bleeding from a cut from her palm. I immediately inferred: she cut herself when she was throwing all those things.
She was in a conversation and apparently spilling out a lot of information to the other party. It seemed that the conversation had just begun not long ago, maybe just after the door had slammed.
Wait a minute.
If the door had slammed, hadn't someone gone out? Who could it be? My brain started working. I surveyed the living room. Plates and china were broken; streaking the floor. Mrs. Watters was crying as she talked on the phone, maybe speaking her worries. Someone had gone out.
I thought of a possibility, then squashed it. It couldn't be Mr. Watters and Mrs. Watters having a terrible argument, so Mrs. Watters smashed all the plates and Mr. Watters got angry and he left, slamming the door and Mrs. Watters starting to cry so she wanted to talk to someone?
It sounded quite logical, but it was a terrible, terrible thought. Mr. Watters was kinda nice, so I didn't think this was possible. But again, I remembered Mr. Watters saying that I was a secret between him and me? Could that be...gosh.
I jumped onto the couch and paid close attention to what Mrs. Watters was saying.
"I think he has done something terrible to me!" I caught this first sentence.
Then I froze.
Could it be my fault?
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