I Ate the Apple

Chapter 11

It's September and it's been five months.

CC22 is going to shit.

I go there every day to check for any changes to the menu.

I call everywhere to see if she's come in.

She hasn't.

Her whole family knows.

Everyone knows.

Kathryn got out of rehab a week after Cam vanished, and she's looked everywhere.

Cam left her house unlocked and I searched the whole thing.

She left her phone.

I'm trying to pretend to be okay, but we still have Friday movie nights.

Everyone has a girlfriend now, but me, and Kathryn obviously.

I miss the weight of her head on my shoulder during movies.

I miss the feeling of her arms around my waist.

I miss the feeling of her arms around my neck.

God, it's so frustrating.

I just want Cam.

"You wanna talk about it?" Kyle asks. The movie is over and it's in the credits.

"Talk about what?" I ask.

Everyone sighs.

"We're not stupid." Matt mutters.

I see though, that even though Kathryn got out of rehab, she's still unhappy. Her eyes don't shine when she smiles anymore, and Cam isn't here to help her.

We even notified the police.

They found her truck abandoned on the side of the road in Michigan, and there was blood, which they identified as hers, and a knife.

They ruled her dead.

I refuse to believe that.

I sigh quietly, running my fingers through my hair.

"I honestly don't like talking about it." I whisper.

"It's not good to keep it all inside of you." Kathryn says.

I wring my hands together repeatedly.

Now, I don't cry, especially not in front of other people.

Cam hasn't really even seen me cry.

I swallow the lump in my throat and just shake my head and whisper, "I don't wanna talk about it."

Nobody says anything.

"She's letting her business go." Kathryn whispers.

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I got everyone working at CC22 to agree to let me start helping the company, and I'm running it now.

I can't let all my baby girls hard work just vanish into nothing.

It's raining really badly today, but I've already fixed the issues in the company, so I go home.

My keys are jingling in the door as I unlock it.

I hear a crash, and then hurried footsteps inside, and then nothing.

Somebody is in my house.

I go inside.

I don't really care if somebody kills me right now because I have no point to life.