Masks

Masks - Chp 9

Last night was hard.

My heart had dropped to my stomach and my stomach had gone to my throat, ready to up heave and spray the contents all over the ground. I had felt the hair rise on the back of my skin and prickle with utter fear and tense as if someone was watching. The trouble was I didn’t know if someone honestly was looking and watching or if I was just simply paranoid with what was going on now that I had read the note.

I didn’t wait as the taxi turned up; I dove into the car with my scratched and most likely broken phone. I gave him the address with a tight and stiff voice when I felt like screaming at him to race there, to speed and to lock all the doors but I kept myself in check; I even resisted the urge to glance around crazily like a paranoid person.

My mind raced and ran frantically trying to find a reasonable explanation, like maybe it was meant for someone else or it was simply a joke, a simple innocent joke. My stomach knew otherwise, this was serious and I had no answers. Who had placed it? Was it possibly Ben? I had left my book though on the table as we had gone up to show to him that helpful book, leaving it on the table for anyone to slide in. there could have been other people in the library for all I knew….

But who?

I knew deep down this was all related to Georgie’s death but why? What was this all about? It was obviously her murderer, right? So what did I know or could possibly squeal about that could put them at risk? Had I been witness or thought of a clue that would be proof of who the killer was?

The harder it thought thought he least I knew, I knew literally nothing. Hell the only reason why I was even in this mess was because I had gone to the toilets, if I could have held my bladder or gone to another toilet none of this would have happened to me! I wouldn’t be getting threats about stuff I didn’t even know about!

By the time I had gotten home my parents were anxious and Kate was already there, her gaze worried as she took me in. I had however pulled myself together before stepping into the house, I had bit my tongue, put on a face and smile despite the part of me that just wanted to lock myself in my room and burry myself in my bed and sheets.

I was home though and with my best friend and my parents, I was literally safe and I knew it, which was reassuring. I had forced my other thoughts aside, leaving them behind in the taxi needing this girl night with Kate more than ever and I was going to enjoy it, if it wasn’t for myself it was for Kate who deserved to have some fun with her friend instead of some depressing friend instead.

I promised myself as I painted a smile on my face with Kate as we made pizza that once Kate went home tomorrow or whatever than I’d let my thoughts torment and torture myself by thinking about it. For now I was just going to rejoice for the short time I did of feeling safe, free and anxious free because I knew once the worry plagued my thoughts it wasn’t going to leave.

The night with Kate was fun, she easily distracted me from my messed up and twisted life and we had fun making pizzas, watching chick flicks and attempting sadly at making our own face masks. We instantly feel for just that night back into the usual girl fun and normal selves, as if the past few weeks hadn’t happened and I welcomed it greedily, praying it would never end.

It hadn’t been easy pretending and forgetting but the mere mention of Gavin alone had the note forgotten as I was plagued entirely with a new issues and Kate sat listening to my recount. She shook her head and admitted to me that I was a bit of moron by being so blunt and rude about it, instead of going about it a more…friendlier way and being so defensive as I threw my shield up.

The truth of her words though made it all the more harder to hear.

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