I Killed My Mother 2

Chapter 8

Saturday, 2031/04/08
Home...California

Before I could fully register Spencers words, a camera flash soon made itself known close to Spencer and I. I shielded my face as best I could to avoid my pictures being splashed all over the tabloids, even though deep down I knew they were gonna be there nonetheless.

"Kate. What is going on with your private investigation? Why do you suspect a woman named Wendy to have killed your mother?"

I grunted loudly as I pushed my way through the crowd of paparazzi. I tried not to lash out on the annoying people trying to get answers from me so they can expose my personal life for the whole world to see. As much as I have trained myself to never entertain people like them, it was hard to stop myself when I reached for a camera in front of my face and threw it back at the owners' face. "Little bitch," he cried out clutching his face in agony.

"Kat no," Spencer warned from behind me. I sighed heavily in response and finally got my foot on the porch.

"Kate. Where have you been-" Christian tried to speak before I hussed him by pushing past him into the house.

I made my way up the stairs and into my fathers old bedroom that Chriatian and I took over a few years back. Upon entrance, I slammed the door shut behind and allowed my anger to make its appearance. I paced the bedroom in hopes to tire myself out and the anger will evaporate eventually but no such thing happened, instead the frustration grew to an uncontrollable size. I marched up to a photo of Christian proposing and threw in against the portrate of us pinned up on the wall our headboard rested on. Both frames dropped with a rather loud crash and within seconds the door flew open and Spencer walked tnrough.

"What the hell happened here?"

I didn't have the energy to respond to his question. Instead I went to sit at the edge of the bed and had my face buried in my hands. Tonight triggered a lot of emotions I have kept inactive inside of me for the past fifteen years. From when I found out who my real mother was to today, eveything has been going awfully wrong. I could feel it in the amout of emotions that weighed down on me currently. The bed sunk besides me and Spencer wrapped his arms around me for the second time tonight.

"We will sort this out Kat. Don't you worry."

"First my father betrays me, then my mother and now my fiancè. Who next, you?" I managed to choke out after a few moments of silence.

"Never will I do anything to hurt you," his reply was instant. "Wait, what do you mean by 'fiancè'. What happened with you two?"

As hesitant as I was to tell him the full story, I knew it woukd help a great deal to have someone know as well. I hadn't been able to tell anyone other than my cell mate Martha the night of my first birthday in prison.

I sucked in a shaky breath and put my hazy thoughts into something that makes sense and told him everything. Twice I had to stop him from marching through the door in pursuit for Christian. It made me happy that I had soneone like Spencer in my life. And I never wanted to ruin the bond we shared.

"Kate why are you still here then? Hell, why is he still here?" He shouted.

I hadn't really had the time to thihk about what to do with this information because I spent so much time thinking about how this happened right under my nose amd I was too oblivious and naive to notice.

"I don't know. But promise me you wont say anything to anyone about this Spencer. And don't mention it especially to him. Stay calm about it and pretend you don't know anything," I pleaded.

"Kate, I cant just let him do whatever he pleases after what you just told me. He needs to be told what a pig he actually is!"

"That won't solve anything. If it makes you happy, I will tell him," he opened his mouth to try and speak but I cut him of before he could. "But in my own time."

"Okay, but I don't like this at all Katy. And i'm staying here until you tell him and he buggers out of your life. I don't want him trying anything to make you forgive him so easily. He needs to feel guilty about this."

A small smile tugged at my lips at Spencers rather harsh words towards his friend and now business partner. "How sweet. Thank you Spence."

He didn't waste anytime coming up with something to put a smile on my face like he always did. "And because i'm tired of that apartment I share with two other idiots."

I chuckled half-heartedly as we both stood up and headed downstairs. I could almost feel the weight being lifted off my shoulders after talking to Spencer. I wasn't pissed off with myself anymore but rather proud I actually told someone other than Martha.

We made our way to the kitchen and saw Christian perched over the counter top with a mug in his hand. As soon as he saw us walk in, he straightened up and tried to make eye contact with me that I avoided like a plague. He must have noticed my reaction because he cleared his throat and motioned to the other two mugs on the counter top. "Made some coffee. I wasn't sure how long you two were gonna be up there so I didn't add any water."

Spencer went to grab the cups and emptied out it contents of what I assumed was coffee, sugar, and creamer into the sink. His actions oddly didn't surprise me but it was evident on Christians face that he was not expecting that at all.

"We will have tea thanks," Spencer spoke harshly.

Christian looked between the both of us with confusion clear on his face. "Both of you hate tea."

"No. No, we dont," Spencer replied while he got out all ingrigients to apparently make us tea...that we both suddenly love.

I shrugged my shoulders when Christian looked at me for an explanation of Spencers behaviour. I when to heat up the kettle and Christian went and disappeared out of the kitchen.

"Spencer-" I began to chastise but he cut me off before I could finish.

"Stop. I'm already doing nothing about it. So don't even think to scold me about my behaviour,"he said with a finality in his tone. "If jessica was here, there is no doubt she would have marched up those stairs and had him begging for his life, so be grateul im not doing the same."

As much as I would have liked to argue back, I knew he was right and I was absolutley lucky he cared to such a great extent. I sighed in resignation of the issue and let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding.

"Now sit your ass down and I'll bring you your tea," he said a bit too harshly than needed.

"What?" I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Just sit down," he said while walking towards me with two steaming cups of tea. He placed one in front of me and I began to sip the 'tea flavoured water'. 

"Now I remember why I hate tea," he muttered under his breath hoping I wouldn't hear him.

I chose not to comment on this as I stared into nowhere thinking about what I should do with the mess that is my life. For now, Christian was the least of my problems because I know I have to cut him loose, there was no debate about that. But there were other problems like the media and how I want to deal with this fiasco. Will I even have enough proof to have Wendy behind bars? Will I ever get my life back once the world realises I was innocent this whole time? There is nothing I want more right now than to be back in the ring again. The day I got my first sponser was by far the best day of my life. Little did I know that four years into my career, everything will fall apart in just a matter of seconds.

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Sorry about this very late update, I almost stopped writting all together but then today I was like "you know what? Let me update this thing." So here.
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