The Target

Cheating?!

"I and Adam had a fight and I went to the bathroom. Adam attended the door and when I came out, he was on the bed, looking pale and the package was right here on my nightstand," I gave her a brief leaving out the barging in the bathroom part. "Your door is unhinged. Any reasons for that?" She asked. "Yeah. Adam crashed it when I locked myself in here. I was mad at him and he thought that I'd... do something," I replied, hesitantly. She nodded and headed back out.

Adam was questioned by a junior officer and while Detective Kurtz was cross-examining the statements, Harry walked in. Seeing Harry made me weak. I ran and fell on him and started crying for the first time during this encounter. He was quick to respond and wrapped his hands tightly around me, comforting me. We let go and he walked me to the couch.

"Hi," he said. I glanced at Adam who seemed hurt and jealous. "Hey, it's ok!" "No, it's not..." I told Harry and went back to my bedroom. Since I can't lock the door, I sat with my back against the door and wept. However hard I try to keep my emotions at bay, they all keep rushing back at the sight of someone or the other. There was a knock from the other end. "Go away, Harry," I shouted. I wanna be alone. "It's Kurtz!" the detective responded. "Please! I have to ask you something..." She said.

I wiped the tears and opened the door. "What is it?" I ask her. "I want to ask... don't take it the wrong way but, how many of your friends are in danger?" I cringed at the questions. I have never really thought about it that way. A new batch of tears streamed down. "I- I just have Harry," I say with reduced confidence. "Oh! There is this girl, Beverly Mark," I say when the detective is about to walk out. "But she is back in New Jersey." The detective nods her head and walks out. I follow her close behind. When I see around, I can't find Harry anywhere. "Where's Harry?" I ask Adam who was on the couch, hoping that I would let him hold me. Nuh-uh, I thought. His expression turned down when I asked about Harry. "He left! Guess he doesn't care enough," He said, glaring at me. I shake my head and say, "What happened to you? One moment you are a caring person, and the next you are ready to hurt and blame anyone. Be it me or your best friend. Who are you?" I walk away, leaving him to think about what I said. I meant it. No matter how rude or mean it was, I meant it!

I started calling Harry. He picked up on the third ring. "Harry! Where are you? Why did you leave?" I said. "Didn't Adam tell you how big of a jerk he is? He thinks we are cheating on him!" "WHAT?!" I shouted. If anger could be measured right now...

"Adam, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I shouted. The moment I went inside to call Harry, all the police officials left, leaving me and Adam alone. But the irritation that sparked when Harry told me was immeasurable. How can Adam think that I was cheating on him? I don't want to see his face right now. So, I straight up told him to just leave. He knows why I am saying this.

He gets up and leaves without argument. I engage in cleaning up after five minutes of shock.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry...