A Night To Taste

Chapter 9: Katerine

"Are you okay, dear?"

The similar sound wakes me up. 

I try to remember where am I?

Club. Man. Sex. Black hair. Black eyes. Nothing.

All I remember in my sub consciousness that strong arms carried me.

I examine the room. White walls decorated with paintings. The soft furniture. Plush blanket. And a very worried Nate.

No black hair. No black eyes. And no him.

"I- I thinkk I I am." I reply. No idea why my voice stutters.

" Oh my god." She gasps. "I am really sorry. I shouldn't have done this. Look at you." She grabs my hand and gently pats it like a mother. We are both a mother figure to each other all the times. To be honest I am ninety percent of the time. This is the other ten percent.

"I - I am okay. Hmm." I gather extra courage to make myself steady otherwise she will have a terrible breakdown. And I am not in the right state to take care of myself let alone her.

"Did he do something terrible? Did he do something against your will? Did he hurt you?" The last part barely coming out as whisper.

Did he do something terrible?

Yes. he corrupted me.

Did he do something against my will?

Yes. That's what he did all the time.

Did he hurt you?

Yesssss. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually.

He hurt-no killed- my innocent version and gave me the most feared and depraved one.

"No. I wanted all he did," I assure her.

Lieee. Complete lie. Even if I wanted him between some of the times, I wanted to escape from him. But I fucked up so badly that the sinister 'Never' keeps playing in my mind non-stop. I'm afraid- no terrified- what his 'Never" meant.

"Stop worrying about me. I am all good. Just my body aches as it was my first time and I'm not used to it. That's all. I'm all fine other than this." I assure her not having any idea how miracle happened and I didn't stutter.

"Promise?" She asks with the affection in her eyes leaking from the sides- okay a bit too dramatic- and holds her pinky finger towards me with all hope.

"Promise."

I lock my finger with her assuring each other we are here for every hard and good times no matter what. That's how we have been keeping promises since childhood. The days when we both slept in her grandmother's room to listen to her stories. We both loved The Little Red Riding Hood. 

Days when we would wait impatiently in the opposite side of the garden for our mothers to make juicy steaks at the other side. 

Days when we would wait for whole weeks just for our fathers to bring chocolates for us.

Days when we would run to my grandfather because our parents were chasing us to beat us because we broke the flowerpots. That happened a lot more than the others.

Days when we both would cuddle up and hide our faces under the blanket after accidently seeing a picture of a ghost.

Even the most normal one. Forget about Anabelle or Pennywise. They were our nightmares.

I miss those days so much wishing they could come back.

As if reading my thoughts Nate slide herself in the blanket opposite to me and throws her arms on my body. She kisses the top of my head and looks at me with so much affection. I love those caramel eyes more than anything.