Falling For Insanity

One Killer Break

Chapter Four:
   Rosie Mae's POV

"Have you found your phone yet?"

"No, I haven't. I might just have to get a new one." I tell Faith, obviously leaving out the part that Eric stole it and I have yet to get it back, if ever.

"You still haven't even told me what the hell happened the other night." Faith exclaimed, flipping through her notebook as she found the page she was looking for.

"I told you already," I sigh, slumping in the chair at the table we sit at inside of the school's library. "I was looking for the bathroom and just walked in. I didn't know that was Blake's brother though."

Faith openly rolls her eyes and directs her attention on me, clearly not buying my story. "I'm not talking about how you walked in. I'm asking how you ended up in the room with the door closed with three guys." She restates, pursing her lips. "Anyone can just barge in. No one just stays in the room...and I'll say it again...with the door closed."

I do my best attempt at laughing it off as if she's ridiculous. But she was right, how does someone end up in that situation with a logical excuse? I obviously can't tell her the truth. "It was a party and it was just guys being guys." I shrug. "It wasn't a big deal at all."

"Your face said otherwise" she mumbled as she went back to her notes.

That night had been weighing on me for two days now. I had still had yet to tell Blake I had met his brother. I wasn't sure how to go about it. Blake made it known his feelings about being around his brother without Blake being present as well. He gave plenty of warnings that I never took as seriously as I should have.

Though no one can blame me for not expecting to meet him by seeing him about to kill a man.

Blake wasn't the only reason the night felt heavy still. I was torn between telling someone, the cops, Blake...anyone that Eric would have murdered that poor man if I hadn't entered the room when I did. Who's to say Eric didn't kill him after Faith and I left? Or the day after. Or the day after that. He was dangerous. He couldn't just be roaming the streets pointing guns at people. Eric showed no signs of a poker face with his threats.

But Eric is Blake's brother. How would he feel if I snitched? Would he even believe me if I told him? Surely he would, given him knowing how his brother is already. I didn't want to risk hurting their brotherly bond or my relationship with Blake. It's such a fragile situation but it's not something that can just be ignored forever.

If something did happen to that man, I would never forgive myself for not saying anything to anyone. It feels like I would be a part of the crime for being so silent. I've never been this torn in my entire life. In one swift handful of minutes, it's like my whole life has completely flipped upside down.

"Well now that you've finally met Eric...what do you think?" Faith asks me, face beaming in delight at the mere thought of him. Not that I could blame her too much...he was an extremely handsome man. "Isn't he the sexiest man you've ever seen?!"

I laugh and begin putting my things in my bag. When I think of Eric, it definitely isn't about his looks...it's about the gun firmly in his hand. "He seemed like a cool guy." I tell her simply. "I only talked to him for a few minutes though." I added, making my story all the more believable.

"You know he will be at Blake's tonight, right? For the Christmas party?" She asked me.

I had completely forgotten about the Christmas party amongst the hectic last few days I've had. Blake had told me about it a week or so ago. I sigh out loud and groan a little. "I totally forgot about that. I haven't even picked a dress out yet."