My First Crush

Chapter 17: Help

EVAN´S POV

I put on the kitchen´s table French toasts,  chocolate cake, fruits, juice, cereals and milk to make our interrogation to Cece more like a friendly chat. I tried to push back my emotions hardly, to fake the whole situation wasn´t detroying me but it was a damn hard work to take the picture of his fragile body laying dead in the bathtub... My god Cece, what had happened to you?

She wore my mother´s clothes that hangged in her tiny body and once fully dressed, we walked down the stairs. She looked like sh*it and that destroyed me. Her hair was dull and her skin, translucent, her lips where violet and her eyes looked anything but alive, with huge bags under them. Her body was weak, fragile and thin and I just couldn´t understand how ten days ago she was so different, this whole situation was a fucked up.

“I don´t really feel like eating…” she started saying trying to sound rough but I could still caught how weak she was.

“Cece, you have to.” Eric told her softly.

“My throat hurts, I don´t want food passing by it and hurting iteven more.” she answered smartly.

“And why does it hurt?” I challenged her. I could be nothing but mean to her, she had been so selfish, I still was hoping that yesterday´s night was an accident and that she drowned in that fucking bathtub because she had no stregth. It was to raw, to horrible for me to even imagine she did it on purpose, I couldn´t let myself think that she tried to... to kill herself becuase if I thought about it, I would loose it, completly.

“I don´t know” she answered coldly looking straight into my eyes. Since when have does eyes learn to lie so fearless? How did I let the Cece I liked so much be torn like this?

“Cece…” Jason entered the kitchen and started with an angry voice.

“Why don´t you let me go? Why the hell do you still keep me around? Can´t you understand I don´t want any of you near? Nate left so go ahead and do the same! If I don´t remember badly the last time we spoke Jason, you practically told me slut and I pointed out pretty clearly that you had to leave me alone. And Evan, we made clear days ago we aren´t friends so I have no intentions of having you around.” She told us bitchly and then continued “Eric it is nothing personal but I will be okay if we stop pretending we are friends.”

“Pretending? Cece cut off the crap and just because you tried to kill yourself yesterday…” Eric shouted at her angrily but stopped as he realized what he said, but it was too late, Cece had started to shake and covered her face with her hands pressing them against it hardly.

I laid my arm in her shoulder and softly asked “Why did you do it?”. She didn´t answered and our three pair of eyes were on her, I was so helpless, so afraid begging she wouldn´t have a seizure.

“Can´t you just stop staring at me like I´m a lab project?” she finally growled.

“Okay I´m done. You will eat and stop that attitude or I´ll swear god call the police or something.” Jason threatened. I was sick and tired of his violent ways and wanted him out of my house but when I was about to say something Cece gave him a death glare and started eating a bow of cereals.

We all stayed silent and joined her grabbing something to eat, acting normal. Yet the situation was far for normal, Cece was crying while she eat in anger. I didn´t like how her tears went down her cheek but I was helpless, again. She was so twisted that all this crying may be fake just to make one of us pity her and let her skip breakfast and that was not going to happen. I would gave everything to know what was going through her mind, she wore a poker face showing no damn pain yet tears run down her cheek fluently.