Flowers in the Wind

Chapter 3: Lily

My knuckles were turning white from holding the steering wheel so hard. Why was all of this happening? I took a deep breath then stepped out of the car. Hannah's parents didn't like me as of now. I couldn't blame them. They had every right to. My eyes fell to the ground. Hannah, Chris, and I all use to be very close. My heart sank to the thought of her telling me she wanted nothing to do with me after finding out what I had done to Chris. Now she was dead and I can't help feeling that it is my fault. I walked slowly to the door. Her green door use to be welcoming but now all it brought was fear and dread. I gave a small hesitant knock. No answer. I knocked a little bit harder. Still no answer, I turned around to walk away with tears stinging my eyes. the door opened behind me. 

"Lily?" It was Brandon. I didn't turn around. He came down the steps and touched my shoulder. I turned and looked at him. 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come." He wrapped his arms around me causing me to jump a little.

"It's okay, I'm not upset with you." Hearing that made me relax a little bit. Brandon let me go and stepped back. His face looked like a mixture of being tired and stressed. He looked down at me with a frown. 

"So did you hear?" I knew he would eventually talk about it. 

"Yeah, I'm sorry about Hannah. I wish I knew how I could help." His face got hard and his frown became a scowl. I took a step back. 

"Actually there is a way you can help. You can help by telling me how your boyfriend knew where to find Hannah." I took another step back. I shook my head, I didn't know how he found her. It was still weird to me. I tried to speak but nothing came out. Brandon nodded his head. He was upset.

"I see. You should go." I looked down at the ground a lump forming in my throat. 

"Tell Chris not to come here. He needs to stay away for awhile." I nodded my head understandingly. Brandon went back into the house. I was left standing there like a lost puppy. After about ten minutes I got in my car and left. I tried to relax but all of the events of tonight alone were preventing me from doing so. It was almost eleven, Chris should be home by now. Or would he? I pushed down on the gas peddle a little harder. I needed to get to him to make sure he didn't do anything crazy.