Pretty Girl

Chapter Thirty Two - June 5th 2020

Chapter Thirty Two

Katrina's Pov - 26 Years Old

"You're still not talking to her?" I asked Alex curiously as he huffed while putting something back in one of the warming drawers and looked at me.

"I am but not really." Alex dismissed my question with a tough time that indicated that he was done with this conversation.

Trust me I still don't like Cassandra but the reason they fell out was me so it still makes me feel guilty at times.

He's never once talked about her after the month it happened. It was as though she was just never to be brought up in one of our conversations ever again.

"Okay." I mumbled not wanting to pry as I fiddled with the spoon I was using to mix the chocolate frosting.

I knew that it wasn't up to me to decide when he would end up talking to her but I think he needed to know I was okay with it. I had to say it to him. It didn't mean that I would talk to her and become best friends with her. It meant that he would know that I'd always have his back no matter what he wanted to do. She was his sister and his only family that cared. He would always have me but this was different. I knew it would be the same way for me and Mia.

There was a lot he needed to know about Cassandra. I knew that I needed to bring it up. It's been around three years. I can't imagine how hurt he must've been. Fucking hell, I'll probably slap myself for this later but I need to talk to him.

Cue fight coming up in a minute.

Here I go.

"You should talk to her." I said again and winced as I knew how annoyed he must feel.

He never forced me to make decisions I was firm on but I had to do this. He would regret it if he didn't have this conversation and actually think about it.

"Katrina drop it. I'm serious." He said darkly.

"Alex. You guys aren't talking because of something that happened with me and fuck yeah I'm not gonna act like I give a shit when it really doesn't matter to me if I ever talk to Cassandra again but that's the thing, I know it bothers you. I'm not going to let you do that to yourself."

His little thread of control snapped as he glared at me and spoke resolutely, "You're not letting me do anything. I'm doing it myself and do you actually fucking think I'll be able to look at her after knowing what she did? She was my baby sister but now I don't know what I see anymore. I can't help but still care about her but that doesn't mean I want to let her into my life again."

I seriously feel so awkward because I don't know what to say. I don't want to keep talking about it but it's really important. I don't know how to convince him without hurting him.

I scratched my head and spoke again uncomfortably. "Okay I'll stop talking about it but I just want you to know that if you ever decide you wanna talk to her again. I have no problem with it and you know I'd tell you if I ever had aproblem with anything. I'm just trying to say that if you were ever holding back because you thought it would hurt me, it won't. I told you once that I love you more than I hate anyone and this is what I mean. She means nothing while you're everything."

"Okay I got your point. Drop it." He said with no expression as he walked out of the kitchen and headed to the living room.

What the hell am I even doing?

I mean he needed to hear it. We've never talked about it before and it was actually necessary. I just can't tell him. She has to talk to him not me. I'm not getting in the middle of that.