Remedy (H.S.)

19

Kennedy Simmons

I walked inside the café and I immediately spotted her.

She was sitting on a table next to the window. She had not changed since the last time I saw her at all. The only difference was the blond highlights in her long brown hair.

When I walked to the table she immediately stood up and hugged me. "Kennedy! I missed you so much little sis," she exclaimed cheerfully. "I missed you two, Kendra."

Kendra was my big sister.

She wasn't biologically my sister but she was the closest thing to a family I ever had.

We were together in a foster home. She was five years older than me and that's why she always took care of me. She got me out of trouble and made sure I was safe and healthy. At least she tried to.

She was always there for me when I needed her and she was my best friend. I owed her a lot. I'm pretty sure I owed her my life.

"How have you been, girlie?" she asked after our orders came. "I've been good. I've moved here. I live with some new friends and I'm dating Archie again." The moment she heard Archie's name a grimace appeared on her face.

Kendra was never a fan of Archie and the feelings were mutual. She thought he was a self-centred brat who treated me like shit.

She always blamed him for the change in my behaviour. He said that he manipulated me and turned me into the scared girl he wanted and not the person I actually was.

She kept telling me that I should break up with him and when we did she was extremely happy. She partied. She had dragged me out with some friends of hers and bought us all endless shots.

"Not that bastard again!" I rolled my eyes at her obviously not agreeing with her opinion of him.

I was aware that Archie wasn't perfect but who was? Definitely not me so all I could do was drop the unreal standards that I used to have and realise that Archie was perfect for me.

"Oh come on, Kendra! He isn't a bad boyfriend. He's really nice and he loves me and I love him too." I tried to reason her but she didn't even seem to want to hear what I was saying.

"Sweetie, you obviously don't know what love is. What you have is not love. When someone loves someone else they don't treat them like he treats you."

How could I know what love actually was? Yes, I had studied it but the theory is always easier.

In my life, no one had really shown me love except for Kendra and one other particular person so when Archie said he loved me I assumed that he knew what he was talking about and if that's how he felt I felt the same.

Theoretically, I loved him. I cared about him deeply. But the thing is, I always thought that love was this huge thing that took its toll on yourself.

Apparently, it was not.

I couldn't understand why Kendra kept saying that he wasn't treating me right. Archie had always been a great boyfriend. He was a little controlling and he wanted to change some drawbacks of mine but other than that he was great. I had no complaints.

"Anyways. I'm not going to talk about him more or else I'll go lunatic," she said. Once again I rolled my eyes but I agreed not to talk more about him.

We talked about everything that had happened to both of us during this time and at the end Harry inevitably became the topic of our conversation.

I told her everything except for his actual job, the kidnapping and the murders. I trusted her and I would tell her if it was up to me but this had to do with Harry too and I wasn't going to say anything unless he agreed too.