Maeve's one fleeting high

5. Pizza and a discovery pt. 2

After we had pizza and dessert, they transferred to the couch to have a cup of tea and banter. I chose to go upstairs in advance because my head was starting to ache. At least that's what I told them. I just needed a moment to myself, even if it was for a mere ten minutes. 

The desire to isolate myself is slowly returning. I can feel it. Yesterday when I was alone in my room and feeling a bit blue, I'd made it a point to keep a journal. My therapist had advised me to transfer my thoughts to paper in our first session as a way to track my symptoms. It didn't appeal to me even the slightest so I hadn't really given it a chance. Now my perspective on it has evolved because I possess determination now. I just need to purchase one so I can be committed.

I was lying in bed and scrolling idly on my phone when I heard laughing and talking coming from the hallway. Shortly after, a knock on my bedroom. Blake popped in after I granted permission. 

''It's just me. Lemon wanted to be with Kai for a bit before coming over here.'' She jumps on my bed and worms her way under the blankets. ''She really is a caring person,'' she proceeds, fluffing the pillow before plopping on it.

''Hm, she is.'' I put my phone on the nightstand and turn around facing her.

''Hi,'' I smile sheepishly.

''Hi,'' she chuckles and then squints. ''Something's on your mind, I know it. My presence is free estate for you. Go on and lay it on me,'' she claps her hands and gets more comfortable.

I sigh, ''It's not a big deal. The past days just have been a lot. Like... like someone's making them happen.''

''Hmm, I'm sensing you caught the main-character-virus. It's okay. I had mine during my first year in college. But it will eventually pass.''

''Omg, since when did you want to become a psychic? Sensing this, feeling that,'' I joke.

''But okay, I'll tell you. Also because I don't think I have another choice.''

Blake tilts her head to the side and nods for me to continue.

''I was at Lemon's house a couple of days back and happened to be near a private quarrel. It was between a man and woman.''

''Lemon's parents?'' she asks.

''Lemon's dad, yes. But not with her mother. He was with another woman. They were arguing in low volume, tried to at least, and some words piqued my interest and I've been going over them ever since.''

''Hmm, okay. Something tells me they were not happy words...''

''You tell me. I heard the woman say 'I didn't put it in there'. But you should've heard her tone. She was really triggered and kept defending herself, saying she didn't do it.''

''Do you think it means something? It could've been related to anything,'' she shrugs.

''I don't know, and I don't care to be honest. It's just my head telling me to decipher it,'' I mumble.

''Weird. Do you know who the woman was?'' she continues.

''No,'' I sigh, ''I only saw the top of her head.''

''Then, do you have an idea why she might've been there? Maybe she's a neighbor, discussing neighborly things with him.''

''I don't know... She was dressed in a suit. And there was a business meeting downstairs at that moment.''

Silence fell on the room, both lost in thought, until she reached my arm. ''Could she be working for Mr. Van Damme?''

''Yeah, the same question came up to me before.''