The Loving Kind- Chim

Chapter Six

Kimberley's POV:

I'm woken up abruptly by flashing lights shining through the window and sirens going off around the house. I sit up in bed realising it's empty next to me. Cheryl's gone.

"CHERYL?! Cheryl?"

I race out of the bedroom and out of the flat, being no sign of her in there. I get on to the street where she's sat on the cold, stone road. Police cars either side of her but keeping their distance.

Her hair is infront of her face and she's sat, her legs at either side of her and there's stained red marks down her top.

A bright light flashes on to my face as they realise i'm here. Cheryl's head slowly turns to the side, her unusually pale skin shining in the lights. Her hair is leaving a gap on her face where her eyes meet mine. I take a breath unaware of what has gone on and i get a sudden nervously sick feeling in my stomach.

"Cheryl?"

Her eyes are focused on mine although she doesn't reply. The scene is like something off a movie, something that doesn't happen to people like me. People like us.

I break away from her stare and look to either sides, squinting as many flashlights shine bright where i see Sarah, Nicola and Nadine all anxiously watching behind the police men. I take a step forward towards Cheryl, her eyes still connecting with mine.

"Cheryl? Babe?"

She doesn't move, something glints in the moonlight beside her. Thinking it's a knife, i become much more aware now and hold myself back more.

"Babe what are you doing?"

Again she doesn't reply but she looks forward then back at me, shrugging her shoulders so lightly. I hold my hand out for her to take realising the police are here for one reason and it's obviously something she's done. Something bad.

"Take my hand, come on"

"Don't"

She replies coldly, i take another brave step forward as i see the police raise guns just incase. I turn towards them, wanting them to shoot her is that last thing i want. Cheryl would never hurt me, right?

"Babe, what's happened? Come on take my hand, i'm sure it's a misunderstanding right?"

"You don't get it Kimberley"

"Well come and explain it then, yeah?"

She's no longer looking at me, she's staring back forward again.

"I am not going to prison Kimberley, you can't let them take me"

She pleads, moving slightly. I take a cautious step back but now back forward again.

I notice the amount of dark red stains on her top now, it's blood.

"Babe what did you do? I can't help you if you don't tell me?"

"He was so patronising! I couldn't take it, he wanted to take me away and i just needed him to stop. Stop talking and he wouldn't, he kept going on about taking me away, away from you"

"It's going to be ok, keep going"

I keep moving closer to her, still aware of the knife that's sitting beside her.

"I couldn't take it no more, i didn't want to hurt him. I just wanted him to be quiet"

She cries, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Who's he?"

I ask as she cries harder.

"Who's he Cheryl?! Who's he?!"