Too Much Clickbait - Sequel to Clickbait

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     I felt the rush of wind against my back, causing me to wake up. I shot my eyes open, turning around to see the window behind my had been left open. I closed it quickly, instantly feeling my body regain its normal temperature. I groaned, rolling back over and looking at the door I could see a light on, meaning Heath was awake in the living room. I paused for a minute, grabbing my phone to update Brennen quickly, before getting up. I rolled my neck and cracked my knuckles, feeling as though I was hit with a pound of bricks repeatedly. I got up officially, the blood in my head rushing like an avalanche and causing an instant headache. I rubbed my forehead, stumbling out of my bedroom and towards the living room. Heath as in the kitchen, silently whispering to himself as his back was towards the kitchen island. I saw a hand towel draped over his shoulder, meaning he was currently in the middle of his cooking process.
     Heath heard my stumbling footsteps and turned around, two plates in his hands. He placed one on the island in front of me, grabbing a fork and knife from the kitchen drawer. I stopped myself from commenting on him remembering where everything was as he spoke. "I made you some eggs and the ugly turkey bacon you like with some of that whole wheat, bullshit, blueberry pancakes."
     I smiled thankfully, sitting on a black, metal stool and beginning to eat. Heath poured me a glass of milk before I ask. "You didn't-"
     "Don't thank me." He shook his head, sitting across from me and digging into his own plate. "Amber is a phenomenal cook so I never have to do anything anymore."
     "You really love her, huh?" I stopped eating, watching Heath do the same. He looked up at me as if he didn't know how to answer that, thinking I was trying to start a fight. "I see how you look at her. And when you talk about her, you just.... I haven't seen you smile like that in a long time."
     Heath shoveled some of his 'real' bacon in his mouth along with a few forkful of eggs before speaking. "You know, I was fucking crazy about you, right?" I raised an eyebrow, chewing the pancakes in my mouth slowly. "You act like I didn't love you enough."
     I shook my head, dismissing the sentence entirely. "I think you were in love with the idea of who you thought I was." Heath tilted his head, waiting for me to explain. I put my fork down, getting serious. "You always said I was perfect, but you never stopped to realize that maybe, just maybe, I was a fucking wreck."
     I saw Heath's eyes widen as he moved the food in his mouth to yell at me with a full mouth. "Because you were perfect!" He swallowed his food, continuing to have his voice slightly raised. "You were literally the most beautiful and funny and caring and... You were fucking perfect for me. You just never thought you were."
     There was a silence that fell thick into the air, feeling like it was crushing us. I continued to eat, speaking in a low voice. "I don't feel like I'm good enough for him, either. It's nothing personal."
     "I wish you would have told me everything that happened to you." Heath spat out, referring to the incident with Nathan. I bit the inside of my cheek, not answering. Heath took it as a sign to continue, pushing his luck. "Seriously, you just.... I know that I can't sit here and say that I wish it didn't affect you because that's wrong on my end, but you handled everything poorly."
     "Poorly?" I raised an eyebrow, dropping the bacon from my mouth.
     "You acted like you were the only one affected." Heath shrugged. "I didn't know whether or not you were gonna kill yourself at any second, Gabbie felt like shit constantly, Zane though I was gonna kill myself if you did it first... You affected all of us, Katie. You just thought that you were alone. But you weren't. You just made yourself that way."
     I stayed in shock at his words before laughing sarcastically. "You know, if you opened up this much when we were together... Maybe we would have never taken a break and I wouldn't of fucked Zane."
     Heath gritted his teeth, rolling his eyes at me. He mumbled something under his breath to which I scooted my stool closer to the island in order to hint that he should speak up. He looked at me uncomfortably before uttering a small sentence. "Just say he wasn't better than me."
     "You're kidding me, right?" I laughed before realizing Heath was serious. I smiled sweetly at him, tapping the top of his hand that rested on the white island top. "Zane fucked me. You made love to me... Until you got a little rough and called me your little whore." Heath choked on his glass of orange juice. "Personally, I prefer your method a little more."
     Heath laughed wildly and I joined in. We slowly settled down and Heath shook his head, running a hand through his messy hair. "You know, I think Amber may have your riding game beat." I dropped my jaw, offended. "Look, you head game was still the best I ever had, but girl knows how to ride like a fucking cowboy."
     I shrugged, finishing up my plate. "It's fine, Brennen has a bigger dick than you." Heath dropped his fork on his plate angrily. "It's weird though. Yours is at least not ugly. Like his... His dick has a tan line. I don't get it."
     Heath laughed, shaking his head. "I really do have a pretty dick."
     I stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to fix himself. Instead, he smiled proudly, picking up our dishes and walking to the sink. His phone rang in the middle of him cleaning and I grabbed hit from the couch, bringing it over to him. I tried not to be nosey, but I saw immediately that it was Amber. He smiled at me, putting it between his ear and shoulder. I jutted my head towards the couch and he smiled, mouthing a thank you, as I proceeded to clean the dishes. I, again, tried not to be nosey, but I couldn't help it when I heard Heath's tone grow increasingly worried until he was in a full blown panic. "Hey, baby! Yes, I'm still here... The funeral is tomorrow... No, today is just a day to get everything settled. Yeah, I know. Wait, what? What do you mean gone? Are you sure it's just not in a different spot? I don't know, Amber! Call the police. I can't leave here until at least after the funeral, I'm not doing that. Please keep me update. I love you more, babygirl."
     I turned the sink off, putting the lash dish to the side on the all-white, plastic drying rack to dry. I wiped my hands on the hand towel Heath had thrown to the side on the counter, turning around to face him. I immediately saw the look of panic on his face and felt my stomach turn. "What the hell happened?"
     "Big Red was stolen." Heath said, his voice in a flat tone.
     I walked over to him quickly, grabbing his phone from his hands. I did this passcode, going to the Delta Airline app on his phone I was grateful he kept installed. I walked over to my wallet on the television stand, grabbing it and taking out my credit card. When Heath realized I was doing he lunged at me, attempting to grab his phone, but I put my arms behind my back. "You listen to me, you have done enough for me. I know you want to stay here out of respect, but my grandmother would be pissed if you let someone hurt that baby.... You know how much she loved that when you would drive her to the store in it." Heath bowed his head at the memory, his face becoming puppy-like once again. I stayed strong, forcing myself not to melt. "I'm getting you the first flight out. I'll pack your shit and drive you to JFK. Call the cops on my phone, it's in my bedroom."
     "I'm happy that part of you hasn't changed." Heath smiled, walking backwards towards the bedroom as he spoke to me. "You always knew how to stay calm for other people."
     "I could never sit back and watch you suffer and stay silent." I shrugged. Heath nodded his head thoughtfully before continuing to go grab my phone.