The Color of Hate

Chapter 26

I silently curse as Rhys and I walk towards my home. I've never had someone sleep over while it was only me in the house and the whole idea of it being Rhys is making me rethink this whole situation. I wanted it to be a friend, maybe Eric or Izzie, not someone I hate with my whole heart.

The walk from his house to mine is pretty short, so in about five minutes I am getting my keys out and opening the door, knowing this night is about to be intresting.

When we enter the house Rhys immediately goes to the living room and takes a seat on the couch, I guess he is used to my house, since he always hung out here with Lucas.

I get in the shower, making sure to lock the door. It's late November and the weather is getting colder everyday, so after all the stress of today a warm shower was something I really needed.

I wrap a towel around me and get out of the bathroom, heading to my room so that i can change into something comfortable. But when I enter the room I see Rhys laying down on my bed with his eyes closed.

,,Are you always this tired?'' I ask him, remembering how he almost fell asleep at the station just one hour ago. He opens his eyes, his face changing for a few second when he sees me and then going back to normal.

,,Yes. You got a problem with it?'' He states, his eyes running over my body. I feel extremely weird, I am basically here half naked and he doesn't have the decency to look away and mind his own business.

,,No. What I got a problem with is you being in my room right now. I need to change. Leave.'' I say while heading over to my closet to pick out something to wear, I open it slowly, not wanting Rhys to see all the papers I stacked on my wall in there, including the picture I stole from his dad's office.

,,Can't I just close my eyes, your bed is really comfortable you know?'' He whines, pulling the covers over his head. I roll my eyes and start changing, glancing his way once in a while to make sure he doesn't get any ideas.

I put my pants on. ,,I don't care how tired you are. I'll make some coffee and we're gonna look through those documents tonight. I can't sleep without knowing what's in there.'' I say while putting on my shirt too.

,,And what makes you think I'll just do what you want?'' Rhys asks, pulling the covers back down and getting out of bed. He's staring into my eyes and I don't know what to say so I just push him.

,,I didn't say you could look yet. What if I was naked?'' I say, offended.

,,Then we wouldn't need coffee to stay up.'' He smirks and gets out of the room. I follow him, trying to ignore what he just said. There are way more important things happening right now.

We take a sit on the couch and start spreading all the papers on the coffee table. Most of them are just information about my dad and the rest of my family, like background, copies of ID's and other irrelevant stuff. But then I get to what I most wanted to see, which is the autopsy report.

I take it and slowly close my eyes, not knowing if I am ready to open the document or not, but then I feel Rhys snap it out of my hands.

,,Here.'' He says, giving the pages to me. ,,I'm gonna go make coffee.'' He gets up and heads to the kitchen. I slowly look through the report, reading every word very carefully, even though most of them are weird medical terms I am definetely not familiar with.

There are seven pages in the autopsy, and when I finish the fifth one and head over to the sixth, I notice that it's missing. I start looking for it through the other documents and on the floor, thinking i must have lost it while spreading everything on the table. But after a few minutes of searching I realize that maybe the page wasn't lost, it was hidden.

Rhys comes back with the coffee and my face almost breaks into a smile as I see him place a cinnamon container on the table. I start putting some in my cup and then I take a sip, closing my eyes as I already feel the caffeine waking me up.

I take the papers and slam them on the table, looking at Rhys. ,,There's a page missing from the autopsy'' I say.

,,What do you mean there's a page missing? Did you lose it?'' he questions, starting to look for it around the room with his eyes.

,,I looked for it everywhere, I think your dad must've hidden it. And do you know what page is missing? Page six.'' I say, waiting for Rhys to put two and two togheter. And when he finally realises, he turns towards me.

,,The page that says who did the autopsy.'' He whispers, mostly to himself.

,,Rhys you have to find that page, because if your dad is hiding it, then there's probably a good reason for it.''

He slowly nods, as if thinking of what to do. ,,I'll try.''

We sit in the quiet for a few moments, staring intro eachothers eyes. I scan his face again, it's a same such a handsome face was wasted on such a bad personality. I think. His eyes are the first thing anyone would notice about him, the darkness of them is unmatchable, and his lips-

My toughts are intrerupted when I hear someone clear their throat, it wasn't Rhys and it wasn't me, but when I turn around towards the sound I see Eric standing in the doorway.