I Think I Just Got Your Family Killed

Chapter 5

Heather’s Point Of View

I was almost in tears again. They were so nice... And I just was not. I wanted so bad to change, become my seven year old self that I felt reconnected to lately. But, I was afraid. Deadly so. Everyone forgets about the nice guy, pushes them around. They go unnoticed, unloved. At least I am noticed.

I drifted into a dreamless sleep, half awake. When I fully awoke I was the first one up. I almost woke Frank up, but instead I decided to make Ray get me coffee. I took a large pillow and started wacking him in the face with it.

"What... The... F***..." He managed to get out through my blows to his head.

"I want coffee!" I shrieked into his ear.

He grumbled, getting out of bed, "Why did you go to the trouble of waking me up, instead of Frank? He is on the lower bunk, closer to you."

I raised my eyebrows at him, "Because of some things. That went on. Last night..." If Gerard knew he might as well.

He paled, "Oh. I will get that coffee... Pick what you want."

"I only drink Starbucks!"

"Well, then you are in luck." He opened the cabinet to reveal a bunch of different types of Starbucks coffee.

I just pulled out a random one, as long as it was Starbucks, I did not care.

I smirked at him, "So I terrorize people?"

"You know you make that sound like a complement. Like, so you think I am cute? But no... You are happy when people say that you terrorize them."

I laughed, "Yup, that is me!"

Then, I realized I was being nice. Too nice... For my standards anyways.

"And she laughs!" He shouted happily, proving my point.

I growled at him, "Tell anyone and die."

He paled a little bit, "Uh... You know that is an expression, right?"

"Well, sometimes it is, but when the guy that murdered my family says it... I suspect something else. Don't you?"

He seemed at a loss for words, "Yeah..."

Soon, Mikey walked into the room, "Dude, what happened to your face? It has like red marks all over it."

Whoops. Maybe I hit him a little too hard with the pillow.

"Uh... Heather had trouble sleeping last night, got barely any sleep, took her forever to fall asleep.."

His eyes widened, "Oh! I... I did not say anything bad!" He was looking at me, hands in up in defense, obviously hoping I would not attack him, like I had done to Ray.

"I know, Mikey."

"Would you mind not hurting Gerard too much? We kind of need him..."

"You do not have to worry, Gerard and I are cool."

Mikey looked curious and Ray looked grumpy that Gerard would mot be wacked in the head with a pillow, like he was.

"Oh! So... When did this happen?"

"I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night..."

Just then Frank walked in.

Mikey grinned, "So, Frank, we have learned that Heather had trouble sleeping last night, did not fall asleep till real late."

Frank looked at Rays face, understanding, and then turned red. Mikey winked and shoved Frank towards me.

"Dude, I am married." He glared at Mikey.