We Were Supernova

He's Clueless.

"What's wrong honey," My dad says softly. He's not mad at me. He knows that something is wrong.

"I was at a club, and Chris same and beat up Sammy who is Lori's boyfriend and I went to see him at the hospital-" I stop and look at my dad. "He's in Kolby's room." I say in one breath. I squeeze my thigh under the metal table trying my best not to cry.

"Chris and Lori?"

"Yeah. They're brother and sister-"

"Cara." He stops me. He looks suddenly serious. "Where do they live?"

"54 Wilbury road. Not too far from us." I furrow my eyebrows.

He gives me a cold hard stare.

"Why does that matter? I don't understand. I came here to because I need help not so that you can ask me about my boyfriend. I don't even know why I'm here?" I stand up practically freaking out. "You don't even understand-"

"Marcos Polle. He got me in here. He hired someone to kill your brother. That's why I'm here. He knew I had something on him and he snitched on me. Your brother did something so stupid. He shot Marcos's brother Mario. That's why Kolby is dead. Marcos hired someone to take care of him. I wanted to tell you but I knew it was too soon. You didn't handle Kolby's death well I wanted to wait-"

The pain in my chest I was feeling earlier comes back and now I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack. I stand up from my chair so fast it falls back catching the attention of the guards.

I'm running again.

My legs wont stop moving. They refuse. I should have never let him go. He wouldn't be dead. I wanted to know what he was going to do. I wanted to feel like a bad ass. I was being controlled by temptation. Controlled by my stupid wants. The wants that got Kolby killed. I stop at my house before I do anything and slowly push open the door to Kolby's room.

Everything looks the same. Except for the notes and letters on his bed that I wrote him. Silly me thinking he would come back. That some guy would hop out of the closet with a camera and say "you got pranked."

Silly me.

I go to his dresser and let my fingertips run across the edge, taking all the dust and emptiness that settled on these surfaces while he was gone. I open up the top draw and move some socks around. I find two identical glock's, taking one and putting it in the back of my waistband. Then I leave and close his door without looking back.

I arrive at Chris's door in less than 10 minutes and I'm knocking furiously before I even have a good idea of what to say. The door opens and the firs thing I see is dress shoes and grey dress pants. My eyes slowly rise and rest on a man who's holding a glass half filled with a yellow orange liquid. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees me but he slowly recovers.

"Mrs. Caravine. Hello."

I tap my foot nervously. "We need to talk."

"Indeed we do." He opens the door wider and steps out of the way. Suddenly I feel nervous walking past him. Does he know what I know? Are his intentions the same as the ones he had for my brother? I put my arms behind my back and walk into the house.

"What can I do you for, Mrs. Caravine?"

"You can call me Cara." I say as I follow him into the living room. He takes a seat on one of the brown leather chairs. A chair that I had never noticed before. Now that I Marcos is in here the vibe of the house feels different, and without Lori or Chris here . . . I feel scared.

"Okay, Caravine." He gives me a genuine smile.

I pinch the back of my neck trying not to roll my eyes. "My father told me something today."