Agoraphobia

Chapter 5

“Maeve? Maeve!!” A voice shrieked, a pile of dishes being smashed echoed throughout the entirety of the kitchen. I was practically clawing at Terence’s shoulder to keep from screaming out in complete disgust. How the hell did all of this happen?! When did it happen?!

“Keep her in here, give her something to drink and keep her comfortable.” Terence ordered her, his concern and stubbornness showing through his normally tough exterior. He gently passed me over towards Steph, everything around me feeling numb. She wrapped her arms around me tightly, and rested her chin on the top of my head, whispering nothings to calm me down, even though it helped by none.

She pulled away once Terence disappeared out of the door where we both came out of, her hands trailing to my shoulders and gripping comfortingly, “What happened?! Why are you crying?” She urged me, obviously interested and worried about what was so bad that I had to cry about it. I felt my lip tremble, and as an instinct, I covered my mouth with my hand, shutting my eyes tightly as to keep the tears from falling again.

I didn't know what to say, I was completely speechless. The scenery was constantly playing in my head, and I couldn't figure out the reason for why this had happened. Who did this? Why? How? When?

I let out a whimper and looked up at Steph, who looked at me with eyes of worry. "Are you okay?" she asked and kissed me on the forehead to help calm me down, which didn't work as well as she had hoped. I pulled away from her, wiped my tears and nodded slowly while backing away. "I-I'm fine," was the only thing I could manage to say, before Ronan interrupted us both, almost kicking the door open, his brows set in a frown. He made his way over to us and sent me a worried glance, “Are you okay, Maeve? I saw what happened… It’s terrible.” He muttered, shifting his gaze over to Steph, who covered her mouth. She didn’t know what was going on, but she knew it must have been very bad.

I felt my eyes twitch from holding back tears, and I couldn’t help but let them flow. I didn’t sob, but I merely just wiped them with my sleeve, paying no mind to the black mess that it was leaving behind. Why did this have to happen right now? What did anyone do to deserve this?!

Maybe seven years bad luck for breaking a mirror does exist…?

I felt something snake around my shoulders, and as an instinct I tensed up and moved away, only then just noting who it was who gave me the gesture. Ronan, the one who’s always self-centered and arrogant, had tried to calm me down. He seemed to realize what he was doing and moved away, shoving his hands into his pockets and acting all professional like.

Steph grabbed my hand and squeezed it comfortingly, bending down to my height, “What happened, May? Please tell me.” She pled, obviously a bit lost on what was happening. My tears had managed to stop, but the vile taste in my mouth was only just becoming noticeable, as well as the pain in my wrist, “I-I… it’s James… He… He’s…”

And that’s when I couldn’t go on.

I ripped my hand from her grip and ran towards the closest sink, letting all remainders of the food I had eaten yesterday pour into the sink. I heard Steph gasp quietly as well as Ronan mutter something to her, “James’ head’s in the trash can outside. She found him, and we don’t know what happened.”

Steph was quick by my side and held my hair away from my face while I was emptying my stomach for food. Her other hand was slowly rubbing my back, trying to comfort me.

Once I was done leaving my food in the sink, I grabbed the nearest cloth and wiped my mouth before looking at it with disgust. "Ew." I hissed quietly and looked around to figure out where to put it. I backed out of Steph's embrace and walked slowly towards the door to the locker room. "I-I'm going to put this to w-wash," I whispered while smiling to Ronan and Steph, trying to lighten the mood. As I walked into the room, I could feel a sharp pain in my head and I leaned against the wall for support. I growled at the numbness that came afterwards, and held my hand against my forehead, hoping that it would work.