Dice [h.s.]

9

"You are what you do, not what you say you'll do." -Nicole Bernard-Bradley

The best piece of advice someone once gave me is, some things are better left unknown. I always thought this was completely inaccurate. Wouldn't you want to know everything no matter how terrible it is?

Well, I thought it was dumb until today. Today marks the day I do not want to know every single piece of information there is. Instead of something, the quote should say most things.

I say this because the look on Natalie's face when I caught her doing the one thing she was shielding me from made me want to run. The darkness behind her eyes. The bulging veins in her neck, covered in someone else's blood.

Today was Natalie's day with me. She had to do something and she let me drive like usual. She told me she was gonna be quick, but a quick errand turned into three hours alone in a smoldering hot car.

Natalie came running out of the rusted metal doors on the old brick building I was parked outside of. She was covered in something I can only describe from the copper smell. Blood. Gut retching blood. Blood of another human.

Natalie came running into the car and I think she completely forgot it was me driving. She slammed the passenger door behind her and looked over to me. She wasn't frowning. She wasn't in disgust of herself. She was smirking.

I couldn't tell you the amount of fear that ran threw my body knowing my best friend just murder someone while I was outside waiting to drive the get away car. I was fine with the guys and Ryleigh, but Natalie?

I slammed on the pedal of course, to get her away from the sirens that were slowly approaching us. I couldn't let her get caught, right? She's my best friend. She, I don't know.

I got us back to the casino as fast as I could. The minute I parked, Natalie ran inside the casino with tears filling her eyes. I couldn't bring myself to say anything to her that whole ride back.

I mean, I was speechless. But now she left me in my own car which was now covered in someone else's blood. Someone else's fucking blood. My fucking car. And it's from my fucking best friend.

I ran out of my car and slammed the door. I dropped to the floor and ran my fingers through my hair. I couldn't tell you how I was feeling right now. I was kind of betrayed because I had asked her about this and she would always avoid the question.

But on the other hand, I was more upset that she never told me about this. I'm probably just in shock because the most stressful thing right now is the blood on my car seat.

"Kennedy." A faint british voice was heard from behind me. I knew exactly who it was, but I wasn't budging.

"Kennedy, come on. We need to talk." Harry. It was Harry. Harry lowered himself to my level and sighed.

"No. I-. My best friend just got into my car with a smirk after murdering and didn't even try to explain." I gulped back tears. Surprisingly, the fact that she killed someone wasn't the problem here.

"Kennedy. Let me talk to you inside." Harry held his hand out for me to take, but I just looked at him.

His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked sad. He locked his eyes on mine, trying to search through them for answers. I bit my lips and looked down to his hand. I was afraid that if I took it, I could never let it go.

"It's not even the fact she murdered someone Harry. It's the fact she hid this part of her from me." I spoke knowing damn well this was way to open of a place for a discussion like this.