Bystander

Chapter Nine

In Henry's backyard was a giant, purple tent, lavender scented candles on little dark wooden tables, and a white carpet with little purple flower pedals on it went from the back porch to the tent. We both took off our shoe and socks and he held my hand as we walked down the carpet. Once we got to the tent he opened it and we climbed in. The tent had purple and white pillows around the back wall, a white carpet laid out under the tent so we wouldn't have to lay on the grass, and little black lanterns on the outside at the entrance. He grabbed my hand, pulled me into the tent, then zipped up the entrance.
I finally worked up the courage to ask Henry that if he did all of this for me, why did he kiss Madyson on Wednesday.
"You don't know?" Henry looked at me strangely.
"Know what?" I was very confused.
"Madyson is my sister. She said that if you liked me back, you would be upset if she kissed me. I see that you were way too upset." Henry explained.
"What do you mean?" He had confused me even more.
"Didn't you kill her?" He looked me right in the eyes. I could tell he was desperate for answers.
"No!" I stood up and started raising my voice. "I may have disliked her a little bit but that doesn't mean I'm killed her!"
Henry pulled me back to down.
"I'm sorry," he said on a quiet voice.
"It's alright," I told him. "Things escalated way to quickly."
I told him everything that I saw when I witnessed the murder. I described every single detail like I just witnessed it a few seconds ago. I even told him how I suspected Lana of the murder. After a while of talking, we laid down next to each other, he put his arm around me, and we fell asleep.