Kat was at dinner with her parents, but she kept her eyes trained on her plate.
She couldn't even look at her parents, let alone eat the food that they cooked.
All she could think about was that she couldn't trust them, not anymore. They lied to her, they knew what they were doing when they moved here.
They were planning to send her on a boat with a random man that they didn't even know.
"Are you alright, love?" Her mother asked
"I'm fine." Kat answers
"You've bare it touched your food, are you sure?" Her father asks this time.
"I'm just not that hungry." Kat shrugs
"Is this anything to do with that Harper boy?" The man asks
Kat dropped her fork on her plate, "Bruce didn't do anything." She defended
"Who is Bruce?" Her mother asks
"My friend." Kat says
"Is that all he is?" The woman presses
"Why?" Kat asks
"I'm your mother, I need to know these things."
Kat just shrugged, as her phone dinged.
Pulling it out, "can I take this?" She asks
"No." "Of course."
Kat decides to go with her moms answer and she left the table.
She went upstairs, to her room, and answered the phone, it was Bruce.
"Hello?"
"Hey,"
"Hey,"
"I just, um, wanted to apologize. For almost kissing you in the library."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you sorry? Im not mad about it." Kat says
"The way you pulled away when the others came in, I just thought."
"Well, you were wrong." Kat says
"What are you doing?"
"I was at dinner with my parents, when you called."
"Im sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."
"No, no, no. If anything you just saved me. They were acting like everything was fine, and I just couldn't take it." Kat explains
"Do you wanna get out of there?"
"You'd do that for me?"
"Of course. I'll be there in 10 minutes."
"Okay, see you then."
Kat ended the call with a smile on her face, as she began to shift through her closet for something to wear.
As she was getting dressed, the thought that she had to ask her parents crossed her mind, but she shook it away. She was going to give them a taste of her own medicine.
By the time she was finished getting ready, Bruce texted saying he was down the street.
She climbed out her window, and did a flip off her roof, landing on her feet.
She glanced behind her to make sure no one was looking, before she took off running down the street, to where Bruce was parked.
"Go, go, go!" She exclaimed as soon as she got in the car.
Bruce sped off as Kat glanced behind them to make sure they weren't caught.
"Did you tell you're parents?" Kat asked Bruce.
"No. Was I supposed to?" Bruce said confused.
"I didn't." Kat says
Bruce shook his head, with a smile on his face, "your a bad influence on me."
"Me?! You asked me to meet you." Kat smiles
Bruce shrugs, "minor details,"
Kat pushed his shoulder, "shut up," she laughed
"Are you okay?" Bruce asked her
"I feel like we're always talking about me. What about you? Are you okay?" Kat asks him
Bruce gulps, "honestly, I don't know. We got answers, but they only gave us more questions. Like, did our parents move us here just for us to be on that boat? Where is the boat even going? Why were we chosen?"
Kat nods, "it's crazy, I know."
"I see my parents and I want to ask them, but I know I can't because they can't know that we know, and a part of me wishes that the boat party would just hurry up and come, so we could get some answers." Bruce says
"When is the boat party?" Kat asks
"Did the tickets say?" Bruce asks
"Hold on, I took a picture." Kat says pulling out her phone.
She pulled up the picture and scanned it.
Her face paled and the phone fell from her hands, as she let out a gasp.
"What? What's wrong?" Bruce asks
"It's tomorrow." Kat says
YOU ARE READING
Death Island
Pertualangan"How are we the only ones who remember what happened?" Or In which a German billionaire randomly selects people to go on a trip to Death Island.
