Haunting You - Boys of Tommen

Scream

"Did I ever tell you that, I'm not doing well?" - Olivia Rodrigo

December 23rd, 2005

Hugh:

It was the night of the long awaited winter ball and I had danced with Katie for the majority of the evening but I could barely hold her gaze, I felt so damn guilty, and it was overtaking me. 

I ended up calling Feely over to dance with her, and despite everything in me screaming at me, to make things right with her, and just come clean, I walked away. 

Patrick looked confused but I needed space and I didn't want to leave Katie on her own. 

I found myself occupying an empty corridor and trying to collect my thoughts.

"Where's your date?" Liz asks me, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

I don't look in her direction, "with your date," I reply.

"Ooh, do I sense jealousy?" Lizzie asks, her interest piqued. 

I sigh and face her, "no, I'm not jealous that you have a date, Liz."

She chuckles, "I meant your girlfriend dancing with another lad."

"Oh, well no, I trust her, and I trust Feely," I reply, annoyed that I'm letting her get in my head once again. 

"Aren't you going to tell me I look pretty?" She asks and my eyes move of their own accord and I look down at the dress she's wearing, at her curled hair, and dramatic makeup. She looks unreal.

"You look good, Liz. You always look good," I reply, despite myself.

"Thanks, you look good too," she replies, and I have to sigh, why did we always do this? It made everything worse but I couldn't stay away from her, I haunted her the same way she haunted me and it was bloody painful. "Feely went all out, even got me a corsage," she said displaying the flower adorning her wrist.

I lowered my eyes to admire the floral accessory, when my eyes caught on something. 

A large red gash that was half covered by the band of the corsage and some type of makeup. She jerked her arm away as soon as she noticed, what I was looking at, but it was too late.

"Liz, what the fuck!" I whisper shouted at her, immediately pulling her into the hallway, and near the common room.

"It's old, okay, stop overreacting," Liz replied annoyed with me, she was so annoyed that I cared, but I couldn't stop. Rather it was a curse or blessing, I couldn't not notice her, I couldn't not see her, I couldn't not haunt her. 

"That is not old... Here let me see it," I said, grabbing at her arm, but she pulls away.

"Just forget it."

We entered the dark common room and continued our bickering, "show me."

"No."

"Fucking show me."

"Why do you care!"

"You know why!" I reply, at a loss for words with her behaviour. 

"Fuck, I can't do this anymore."

"And I can? Jesus Christ, this is wrecking me. You are wrecking me."

Our arguing is put on hold when I hear a voice in the dark room, "Hugh?"

"Claire?" I ask, why on earth was my baby sister hiding in here? 

The light is suddenly turned on and it makes painful sense, Gibsie's here with my sister doing God knows what, "looks like you and your sister both inherited the same filthy mind," Gibsie teased, clearly not having noticed it was Lizzie who was accompanying me and not my girlfriend.