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27. Really Romance?

For Masha98, the romance lover... :)

"Yeah, what is it?" Kieran asked. I let out another sigh.

"I... I... saw him on my way home from school. I over heard him talking but I pretended I didn't know anything... Should I tell Wendy?" I said this in almost in one breath.

"Yeah, go tell Wendy, I'll be right beside you," Kieran smiled and turned towards the door. "Goodnight!"

"'Night..." The door clicked shut.

I collapsed on my bed because I needed to be in thought again. Why didn't I tell Kieran about me transporting? I was beginning to feel close to him, maybe even like him in... that way. I just couldn't bring myself to do it, was it because I didn't trust him? I couldn't trust that warming smile?

All these thoughts got me struggling to sleep that night. But somehow, someway, I drifted off into some beautiful sleep.

"I'm not sure..." I sat at the top of the stairs, twiddling my thumbs with Kieran sitting beside me. "The police will probably find him another way..."

"Lyn... You know where my parents are now right?" Kieran asked. I nodded my head. "Well it all started this way... It started off with them not snitching on kids who did dodgy stuff, then it grew to helping them with their crimes, then they started committing the crimes and getting into drugs and... well, look where that has got me..."  

I got his point at last. "OK, I'll do it..." Kieran stood up and reached out his hand for me to grab so he could heave me up. We both walked down the stairs, with me twitching as I trod. Kieran gently put his hand into mine and smiled, to comfort me, to assure me that everything is alright.

We knocked on the door of Wendy's office firmly. "Come in," this was when I let go of Kieran's hand. We pushed gently against the door and entered the room. "Oh hello, Kieran, Marilyn, what's the matter?"

I turned towards Kieran and he nodded his head.

"Wendy, I have something to tell you..." I said.

"Well... sit down, please," Wendy pointed at the two chairs infront of her desk. Kieran and I did as we were told and placed ourselves in the comfy blue seats.

"It's about Adam," I started off with. Wendy sat up, listening attentively. "He's performing at the O2 Area with his band tonight."

Wendy didn't respond much. "How do you know about this?"

"She saw him on her way home from school yesturday, she overheard his conversation," Kieran explained.

"Marilyn, why didn't you say so yesturday?" Wendy asked.

"I wasn't sure I heard him right," I lied instantly. That was when I started to wonder if I heard him correctly when I really heard him say it.

“I’ll let the police know as soon as possible. Thank you for telling me,” Wendy picked up the phone on the desk and dialled the numbers before pressing it to her ear. She swayed her hand towards the door to direct us out.

I felt myself shaking; Kieran put his hand on my shoulder and guided me to the stairs.

“See, wasn’t bad at all!” his enthusiasm was almost as irritating as Wendy’s.

“What if Adam finds out?” I asked. “He would beat me up and show no mercy, you know that…” I was still quivering. I didn’t know why I was so scared of Adam.

“I’ll be there; I’ll make sure he doesn’t lay a finger on you,” Kieran gently held my hand, as a promise about what he said.

“No you won’t, you’re leaving next Saturday…” I shrugged him off and treaded up the stairs. He stayed at the bottom of the stairs, instead of chasing me. I was quite aware he didn’t run after me, I needed some alone time.