2 Days Later...
It's done. My name was cleared. I spent the past few days with authorities. A lot of hours but now it was done.
Today I was going to Kate's work with her. She starts at 9 and finishes at 3.
I wake up at 8. I was currently finishing my breakfast. Cereal.
Kate was still asleep. I'm gonna have to wake her up or she'll be late.
I go to the couch where she sleeps. I had to sleep on the floor.
I softly shake her a little bit.
Jack: Wakey, wakey. Wakey, wakey. Time for school. Are you ready for schoo?
Kate: What?
Jack: Wake the fuck up, lazy ass. You gotta get to work.
Kate: Can't you take my place?
Jack: You remember I'm coming with you, right?
Kate: Oh yeah. Help me up. I need to go in the shower.
I help her off the couch.
Kate: I'll be a few minutes.
Jack: I'll be waiting.
She goes into the bathroom and throws her pyjama's out the 3 quarter closed door.
Kate: Can you do something with them... please?
Jack: Yeah, whatever.
I take them into wash room and put them in the washing machine.
I leave the washroom and put my cereal bowl in the kitchen.
Then I feel something run down onto my lip.
My nose was bleeding.
Jack: Goddammit.
It was quite a big one. And was making me feel lightheaded.
I'm gonna ask Kate if I can go into the bathroom to wash my face.
I knock and say...
Jack: Can I come in for a minute? Just have to wash my face.
Kate: Yeah, the covers up.
It was a shower, glass door and the sort but it had a cover. Never seen a glass shower with a net/cover thing.
I go in and head to the sink that had a mirror above it.
I turn the sink on and wet my hands.
I look in the mirror before washing my face. I look down at the sink when washing my face.
I could feel the blood get washed away.
I look back at the mirror and see...
Natasha... she was smiling. Like when I proposed to her during the blip. It's a real shame we never got married.
I just stare at her. It's like she was actually there.
Jack: Nat- AAHH!
Kate: Woah! What the hell!?
It's like she jumped out the mirror and turned all bloody and scary.
I fell back at the jump-scare and smashed through the shower glass.
Kate: What the hell are you doing!?
I didn't say anything. I was just staring at nothing, anything. Lost in thought. I was-
YOU ARE READING
The Crack-Shot and The Archers
ActionThe story of a man still trying to cope with everything he's done and been done to him.
