The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 23 Late night talks

It has been forty-eight hours since my meet-up with Diana and something feels off. I can't shake off this feeling that I missed something. 

Something important and life-threatening. 

I pull aside the covers and got up. It's four in the morning and yet again, I can't sleep. I go to the kitchen and pour myself some turmeric milk. I heard it from one of my Indian friends that it's a good antidote for insomnia. 

I fill my glass with warm milk and add one tablespoon of turmeric before sitting on the couch. What could I possibly miss with Diana? She told me about Benedict's next move where he will use Omar to sell my father's resort and generate some quick cash for himself, 

I ask Klaus to confirm the information yet I can't shake off this feeling that I missed something. It's like having a tune stuck inside your head that annoys the shit out of you. I am having the same thing. There's this tune of doubt stuck inside me, calling me out for something that for the love of god I can't figure out what.

"Hey!"

I screamed and throw my hand in defense.

"Woah hey it's me," Klaus says under my hold. "What the hell Liv?"

I let go of him and drop back to the couch. "What are you doing sneaking around my back?"

"I wasn't sneaking around. I came to get some water when I saw you sitting like an owl in the living room," He explains. He had sleep in his eyes and his hair was messy yet he looked awake. 

"Go back and sleep if you're done drinking water," I say turning back to the couch forgetting my brother has a bad habit of not listening to people.

He's been like this since the start. He walks around the room, takes two cushions, and put one under his head and one on his stomach before sitting next to me. "Why are you here in the middle of the night?" He asks yawning.

"I got thirsty," I say. Clearly, there is no reason to tell my brother why I was having trouble sleeping. If grace is on me, then he will go back to sleep before pestering me into giving him answers.

"So you're drinking milk instead of water?" 

I look at him, "Yeah, do you have a problem?"

"Yes," He says, "That's my milk."

I grimace,

"Oh, c'mon I didn't mean it that way."

"Whatever you meant was gross and petty. So what if this is your milk? I paid four years of your college. I deserve this,"

"Not in the middle of the night." He sits straight. "There's clearly something bothering you and the fact you're drinking turmeric milk says it all."

I jump sideways and extend my legs on the couch, "You think you know me so well, right?"

He scoffs, "If there are two things that Klaus Myers knows are computers and her sister's irregular behavior with drinks. Oh, add Mara too. I know her like the back of my palm."

"The only you thing you know is how to hack so shut up. And about Mara, literally half of the things that you know about her is because of me. She is my best friend and need I remind you how miserable you made me with your GTKMQ at the start of your dating stage,"

"GTKMQ?" He thinks, 

"You're stupid acronym for Getting to Know Mara Questions. You had two hundred and eleven questions prepared, you nerd. And all of them were thrown at me. Hell, I didn't even get so many questions at my SATs,"

"I am sure it wasn't two hundred," 

"Go to sleep dork," I lay down and exhale. The dark bluish glow from the side of the balcony washes the shadows of night in the living room. I see the dawn rising as more exhaustion plugs inside me.