“Oh my god, oh my fucking god,” I repeated for the hundredth time that night. I just slapped Brigh, in the face, with my hand. I slapped my best friend in the face, holy shit.
“Kate! Kate, calm down, love.” Michael tried to say, but I didn’t hear any of it. My ears were ringing and my hands were trembling like a leaf. Michael crawled over to me from where he was sitting on the couch and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, bringing my face into the crook of his neck.
“Kate, its okay that you reacted like that, it’s perfectly normal,” he soothed. I pulled away slightly, shaking my head.
“No, you don’t understand.” I sighed. Pictures of the hurt and shock that crossed Brigh’s face as she cradled her red cheek were on constant replay in my mind.
“Then make me,” Michael mumbled, rubbing my back gently as if I’d break any second.
“She’s my friend, Michael, my best friend. Now I’m not so sure she’s even that anymore,” I trailed off lowly, horrified at the idea of losing Brigh forever. “I’ve made such a big deal about our safety when she and Harry just took off that I never even thought about what she must be going through. And I don’t’ even know where to start with Harry. God, everything is such a mess right now,”
Michael continued to stroke my back lovingly, letting out deep breaths every now and again.
“What if we were wrong?” I continued, “what if what you remember from that one night you fell down the stairs wasn’t really Harry? What if it was someone else? What if Harry is really innocent?” All these doubts were running through my head, making me question every single aspect.
“I-I never really thought about it like that. I mean, from what I remember, I was so sure it was Harry, though. I remember the argument we were having, and then I saw black. But I do remember Harry’s voice before I completely went out, right at the end. I forget what he was saying, but he was mumbling something.” Michael admitted. I pulled away fully this time and looked him in the eyes. His dark eyebrows were pulled together in deep concentration; his fingers stopped their soothing pattern on my back.
Before I could say anything, he spoke up:
“I need to go to sleep. I-I’m exhausted.” And with that, he rose to his feet and went upstairs, lip stuck between his teeth and his brows still furrowed.
“Oh, um, okay?” I wanted to ask if he was alright, but something told me to let it go and keep my mouth shut for once. I watched his hunched figure disappear up the stairs. As soon as he vanished from my sight, new doubts began to swarm around me.
What if Michael thought wrong? What if I thought wrong? What if Harry wasn’t the problem here?
No matter how many times I prayed and prayed for answers to magically pop into my mind, they didn’t come. I just kept drawing up a blank. I wish there was something I could type into Google and let that be the answers to my questions. Ridiculous, I chided myself.
“Oh!” Someone let out a little gasp of surprise. “Where’d Michael run off to?”
Karen had walked into the living room from the kitchen holding a bowl of popcorn and M&Ms.
“He went to bed. I think,” I answered, watching as she plopped down beside me. She gave me pouty look.
“Aw. I was hoping all three of us could watch a film and have some popcorn and chocolate.” Karen smiled warmly, holding up the snacks for emphasis. I took one look at her face and my guard automatically dropped. At least it will take my mind off of a few things for a bit, I thought and smiled at her.
“If it’s okay, I’ll watch a movie with you,”
“I’d love that!” Karen grinned. Within five minutes later, she rented a movie called Tammy, turned off the lights and offered me popcorn with chocolate. I lunged for the chocolate. I’m going to need a lot of this stuff if all this stress and worry was going to stay put. Ignoring the visions of my thighs and stomach expanding, I shoveled down the dark, rich chocolate.
After the movie finished, Michael had yet to come back downstairs and the sun has set completely, casting the sky in a dark shadow. The massive bowl of popcorn was diminished and I was still working on the chocolate (Karen had just given me the entire bag). The movie had taken my worries away for a full hour and a half, then came flooding back in once the end credits rolled on screen. The more worried I felt, the faster my snack disappeared. I guess you could call me a nervous eater.
“That is really funny,” I forced a smile. “Thanks for letting me watch it with you.”
“No problem!” Karen chirped while exiting out of the movie and turning on the cable to see what’s on. She ended up choosing Ghost Hunters.
“Well, I’m going to go to bed. See you in the morning, Karen.” I said, swallowing the last of my snack and faked a yawn. I just wanted to make sure Michael was okay.
“Goodnight, Kate. Sleep well, love.” She stood up and gave me a small hug and kiss on the cheek. I smiled and walked up the steps slowly as they creaked under my weight. I had been staying with Michael and Karen rather than Edna and John for a few nights now. I felt bad for abandoning Edna and John, but honestly, I wanted to be closer to Michael.
I stopped by the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. The bathroom was the cutest bathroom I have ever seen. With a pearly white detached tub, brass faucets, and fluffy white towels always hung over the edge; the tub was easily my favourite feature of the little room. The sink had brass faucets as well and little bars of soap and a mirror nailed to the wall, right next to a small window overlooking the backyard of Karen’s house.
I patted my face dry with the fluffy towel and looked outside, peering into the darkness.
I wonder if what Brigh is doing right now? Harry? Was she upset with me? Does she hate me?
All these dreadful questions run through my mind, but the stream stopped as soon as something glinting in the dark caught my eye. My eyebrows furrowed as I leaned closer to the window, trying to see what that shiny thing was.
There. Past the wooden fence and standing under one of the pine trees was what I swear is a man looking this way. Or is it?
I leaned even closer, gripping the edge of the sill. What is that? I stayed like that for a few moments, squinting and moving around to get a good angle until I saw it.
It was a man.
Goosebumps prickled my skin and I quickly stood back, throwing down the towel and turning off the lights. I shuddered as I literally bolted to Michael’s room. The door was cracked open and the lights were shut off. I swiftly tiptoed through the darkness, making sure to shut the curtains close, and hopped lightly beside Michael on the King sized mattress, pulling the covers up to my chin.
With visions and ridiculous conspiracies filling every inch of my brain, I slowly began to drift off, but not without the feeling of a cold draft rushing over me.
Hey, so this is basically just a filler. It’s in Kate’s POV if you hadn’t gathered that lol. I just wanted to write about Kate’s reaction to slapping Brigh and slamming the door in her face. And Michael is having some doubts about remembering what happened to him that day… hmmmm. -dun Dun DUN!-
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