Revive -Zalfie (BOOK 3)

4. Suspicious

Chapter 4 - Suspicious

Thomas and I entered Megan's clothes shop. She was folding up some shirts when she saw us walking past.

"Do you have a first aid kit somewhere?" Thomas asked her directly.

"Yes, in the back, good morning to you," she replied dumbfounded. She clearly had no clue what was going on.

"Thanks," he smiled at her.

"Is that blood on your nose?" Megan asked, laying down the shirt she was about to fold next.

"No," he replied and rushed away to the back room of the shop where Megan and I usually had lunch.

"Good morning, Megan," I smiled at her, shrugging my shoulders. I followed Thomas to the back where he had placed the first aid kit on the table.

"Come here," he smiled, while putting some disinfectant on cotton pads. I sat myself down at the table and stretched my arms on it, so he could easily take care of my hands.

"Can somebody explain what happened?" Megan asked, shaking her head as she walked in.

"No," Thomas replied rudely. I frowned at his aggressive reaction and looked over from him to Megan, who had a disappointed look on her face. Hold on, since when weren't they friends anymore?

"I fell," I shrugged, not telling her the complete truth.

"I can see that," she said worried. "Where's Alfie?" Usually Alfie was with me every morning. He liked to say hi to Megan and leave right after.

"At home, I came by myself," I explained as I made a face because the disinfectant was stinging a little.

"It's nothing, okay?" Thomas suddenly spoke up. Megan's face turned sad when he said that. She decided to leave us alone and continue to work.

"Is something going on?" I asked him confused. "You and Alfie were whispering yesterday, you and Megan don't seem okay with each other and you were following me, weren't you?"

He just shook his head as a response.

"What is happening? I'm not stupid. I know something's up, so you better tell me before I find out myself," I threatened.

"I wasn't following you," he denied. He stood up and threw the cotton pads away.

"Yes, you were," I protested.

"No, I wasn't."

"Yes, you were! Don't even dare to deny again," I said angrily, crossing my arms.

"Fine, I'm secretly your stalker, is that what you want to hear?" he sighed.

"I'm serious," I stated, not looking at him anymore. This was useless. Something was definitely up, and it seemed like nobody would tell me. Poor fragile Zoe wasn't supposed to know anything, once again. When would they learn that I could cope with things? That I wasn't a porcelain doll?

"Alfie asked me to check if you got here safely," he said after a short silence. "That's it."

"I'm not a baby," I sighed, still not convinced that this was the complete truth.

He nodded and rubbed the bridge of his nose while continuing. Did I really hurt him that much? "He wanted to be sure you didn't panic."

"I wouldn't have if you didn't follow me," I snapped.

"I'm sorry, Zoe," he shrugged.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work anyway?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. It was just a normal Monday, why would he not be at the hospital as usual?

"I have a day off."

"So you decide to follow me instead of being with your family?" I questioned, not understanding him at all. After all this time he was still a riddle to me sometimes. His actions could be so surprising.

"Helena and I..." he started but he closed his mouth again, as if he was trying to find the right words. "I don't think we're going to work out after all."

"Where's that coming from?" I wondered out loud. Yesterday they seemed completely fine. They were talking to each other and taking care of Rose together.

"Never mind," he sighed, "Forget what I said. I should just go home. Have a nice day." And with that he just walked out of the shop, not giving me or Megan another look. I shook my head and put my stuff at the back so I could get to work.

I went to the stocking room and carried two boxes full of clothes to the shop to put them all in the right place. I opened the first box and got out a pile of green shirts.

"What was up with him?" Megan asked behind me as I put one of the shirts on a hanger.

"I don't know," I answered honestly, grabbing another shirt. "He was acting strange."

"Yeah," Megan agreed and I could hear her move away to continue her work. I shrugged and took out another pile of clothes. Putting clothes on hangers was quite therapeutic to me. It made you stop thinking for a while and that's what I did for the rest of the day. I stopped thinking. Until I got home.

A/N: I'm so sorry it's taking me so long to update, I'm failing big time on this story. I'll try my best to update once a week from now on! Thank you for reading and thank you for 12k on Survive and 8k on Alive!! Also, I seem to have trouble replying to comments. For some reason Wattpad doesn't let me lol :( love you all, comment and vote if you liked this chapter xx