Bitch in Disguise

Chapter 4 : The Good, The Bad; and The Science Project.

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Bitch in disguise®

It's funny how many friendship sayings contradict each other. One may say, "Anyone who doesn't have a friend is doomed". Another from a person's point of view may say, " I have no friends", when asked who your friends are. That's actually appropriate for this kind of generation where bitches exist.
Never-the-less, a very important book says, "There's a friend who sticks closer than a brother", which could be very true in some cases but also, that same book says, "Be careful, you can't trust anyone not even yourself". This kinda leaves me confused. WHICH DO WE BELIEVE?

CHAPTER FOUR : THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE SCIENCE PROJECT.

*~*April*~*
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Blood?  "Oh my God! April," I whisper to myself. "Maybe it's just red juice."

Ugh! That even sounds stupid in my head.

I look onward as the trail continues up the stairs. 

Maybe I should just call the cops. There could be a burglar or robber in the house. Or maybe even a killer. And maybe the burglar got hurt trying to open the door and blood spilled. Oh my God! I'm clearly going nuts.

Just then, my phone beeps. I take a look and see it's a text from Sarah. "Hey April, I saw your missed calls. I'm out with my FAM for dinner. Gabe is home though. Can't talk right now. So just text."

"Gabe is home?" I mumble to myself. I suddenly feel the urge to seriously find out whose blood is on the floor.

I head straight for the stairs and the trail still goes on. I feel the tears building in my eyes. I can tell something's wrong; and it had happened to Gabe.

I then hear noises coming from one of the rooms near the corridor upstairs. I head slowly in that direction trying not to make a sound; and seriously having no idea what I'm going to do if it's actually a burglar or a killer. I'm honestly letting my curiosity and emotions guide my actions.

As I reach the door, I peep in. I then see Gabe struggling to fix a bandage over his palms. 

"Gabe." I say from the entrance of the room.

"April?" he faces my direction, shocked. 

I look as the trail of blood stops where he's standing. I'm not really a fan of blood and neither can I stand to see someone hurt. Especially if that person is one of my closest friends. Tears start dropping from my eyes as I walk to where he's standing 

"April don't get like that." Gabe says, worried. "The main door got jammed and I cut myself trying to budge it open. And I know, I know it looks pretty bad and I'm really clumsy and-" I pull him close and hug him tightly before he can finish his long nagging story.

He pulls me back after some seconds with one of his hands and looks at me. "What was that for?" he asks, his eyes still wide in shock.

"I thought you were hurt and... I don't know, I had the fear you were gone forever." I say, drying my tears. 

Gabe chuckles and then says, "You look beautiful when you cry." He hugs me once more and tighter this time. "You know I'd never leave you J. So stop crying." He pats my back.