Four Best Friends 2: A New Perspective

Chapter 18 - Origami Hearts

 Chapter 18 - Origami Hearts

"Wolfie, you need to get up." The poor kid's been laying in his bed with the covers over him for awhile now. I don't really know how long. I only realized that something was wrong when him and Secret stopped coming over. Luckily I remembered where he lived.

His mother opened the door for me. It was awkward since I've never met her before but she was nice enough. When she told me that Wolfie was in his room, I went straight there. Now I'm here, sitting at the edge of his bed, in his huge room.

His room was obnoxiously big though. Especially for someone who was younger than me as well. There was posters all over the walls and the bed was in the corner of the room. His closet was to the left as soon as you walked in.

When I walked in, I could feel the desperation and anxiety in the air. Something was diffidently wrong...

"Please Wolfie. Tell me what happened." I repeated the same line again. He hasn't been answering me.

"Mmmmm, go away." He threw his blanket at me and crawled into fetal position. Well I guess that's a start.

I walked over to his closet and slid open the door. First order of business: get Wolfie some clothes. He currently smells like he just got done dumpster diving out of a dumpster that ate another dumpster. That's right.

I picked out a white t-shirt, black shorts to match, then threw them at Wolfie. "If you don't put those on, I'll have to change you myself." I said and walked over to the curtains. That seemed to perk him up enough though.

The next order of business would be to open these god damn blinds. It was so dark in his room and not even the light switch could fix this. I reached out and opened the blinds in one decisive move. The room was now filled with light that danced around in search to fill every corner of Wolfie's humongous room. I could hear a groan behind me and I giggled.

Once I turned around Wolfie was dressed. His hair still looked like a bird made a nest for twenty young hatchlings though. We'll have to fix that later. Back to the original first Oder of business! Why is Wolfie so upset? He can't just be like this for no exact reason.

"Now tell me. Why are you so bedridden?" He grabbed his shoulder and looked down at the floor. He looked even more depressed now that I asked that question again. This can't be good...

"You tell me. Did you see Secret when you broke into our house?" He said this as he took the time to stare deep into my eyes, my soul rather. A shivered a bit at the thought of someone being able to stare into my soul, but now that he mentioned it, I didn't see Secret coming up here. I just expected that he was in his room but I guess the two would be spending time together of that was the case.

"No, and your mom let me in." He flinched and walked over to me. He closed the blinds and walked back over to sit down on his bed. The room was no longer illuminated.

"You didn't even care to check where he was?" He said, a bit of anger lining the edge of his voice.

If it wasn't clear already, now I knew something was wrong. He wouldn't be asking these questions if Secret wasn't here at the house. Or maybe in this area at all. I wounded what could've happened to him. It must've been something pretty bad if Wolfie was acting like this.

"What happened to him? You could've called me to tell me if something was wrong, Wolfie."

A little glass statue laid on the desk beside his bed. It was quite pretty. I believe it was a statue of Medusa. All of her features were carefully carved into the glass and were perfectly visible. Even her snakes seemed to be somewhat alive. It was a shame that it broke. He through the statue at me but missed. I was lucky... I wasn't expecting a statue made of glass to be flying, aimed for my face. I turned my head slowly to look at the shattered pieces of glass laying next to an origami heart.

"Wolfie?-"

"He was fucking arrested. The bastard! Does he even care about me, how I feel, or does he only care about himself? If he cared about me then this wouldn't have happened. I hate him! I hate him! I-I hate him..." Wolfie stopped to breath heavily a couple of times and he raised a single finger.

"I hate him..." Then the tears started to flow. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his frail body. His whole entire body was shaking as he kept on bawling.

"I hate him..." He whispered through his tears.

"I know you do." I ruffled his hair and moved him over to his bed. We spent the rest of the day like this.