Conspiracy (Sequel to Hypocrisy)

Chapter 6

When I arrived to Anouk's friends house, she was a mess. On the floor, mascara running down her cheeks, and a tub of ice cream placed conveniently by her side. Her crying stopped a bit when she saw me, but continued when she remembered that I was the reason she was alone. Although, I wouldn't say she seemed mad at me for standing up for her, it was something she couldn't have done for herself.

Before I talked to Anouk, her friend, Amanda, pulled me aside and warned me of her condition. Basically telling me to pick my words very carefully so she doesn't punch me or herself. It was plain to see that she was broken, but who wouldn't be? I wonder if she was like this after every time he hit her. Or, more importantly, how many times he hit her. Something I would question either her or Phil later, if I ever did speak to Phil again. I mean, I sort of have every reason not to.

"Alan?" Anouk called from the floor. Yes, the floor. Even though Amanda had couches, Anouk preferred the scratchy carpet floor instead. It was really weird, but I couldn't judge. My only worry was that she was putting herself through intentional pain by laying on the floor. Because although the carpet doesn't hurt that bad, little pain can be the most satisfying. But, knowing me I was just paranoid from past expire cues and that wasn't Anouk's intentions at all.

"Yes?" I responded, walking over to her place. Her makeup was smeared down her cheeks, causing me to smile a bit. She looked ridiculous, but she just didn't care. Too blinded by heartbreak, I guess.

"Can you get me the tub of Cookies and Cream Bluebell in the fridge?" She asked, causing me to chuckle. The chocolate tub of ice cream beside her was empty, liquidy chocolate remaining at the very bottom of it, despite Anouk's attempt to lick it out. Normally, Anouk would be concerned about her diet, but that wasn't the case tonight, and who am I to question? As long as she's not doing drugs right now, I'm fine. I assume its because she's at her best friend's house. The one who is so protective over her. Honestly, she was my favourite because of that.

"Of course darling!" I yelled back, heading to the freezer to get the ice cream and placing it beside her. She nodded as a thanks, then continued to pry the lid off of the sweet treat, smiling when it opened.

"Is she okay?" Amanda whispered beside me. Sadly, I had to look down to see her. I'm not saying I'm ridiculously tall or anything, she's just short. In a cute way and all.

"I think she's getting better. She seems content just on the floor and eating ice cream." I told her.

"My boyfriends coming over in a bit to talk some sense in her. He's always been good in dealing with relationship stuff. In high school, this girl he liked cheated on him with his best friend. Caught them in the act and everything." She explained. I truly hate cheating, although I've done it. God, I'd never do it again.

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts, and knowing it was just Amanda's boyfriend, I answered it.

I opened the door, but automatically wished I hadn't.

"A-Aaron?" I whispered. He looked shocked too, but didn't say anything. It was in that moment that I'd be 100% okay with jumping off a cliff.

"You know eachother?!" Amanda asked cheerily, making it seem as a good thing. It wasn't, that's for sure.

"Sadly." I mumbled, ignoring Amanda's weird looks and walking away from the door. The carpet didn't seem like such a bad idea right now. Mmm, I love ice cream. Shut up, Alan! You're not a girl. Well... Fuck it.

I plopped myself on the floor, grabbing Anouk's ice cream and placing it in between us, using her spoon because I wasn't that scared of cooties at the moment. Amanda and Aaron walked over to us two, sitting beside us and looking at us weirdly. Aaron didn't sit. He just glared at me. After a while, Anouk and Amanda drifted off into conversation and Aaron signaled for me to talk with him, alone.

Hesitantly, I got up and walked to the back room and shut the door. It was now just me and Aaron.

"You better shut your fucking mouth about us." Aaron hissed, breaking the silence.

"Who said I wanted to mention anything about you. News flash, you ain't special." I sassed.

"All I'm saying is, we both act like we knew eachother from some happy place and we're friends and shit. Amanda doesn't need to know that I ever questioned my sexuality."

"Once again, wasn't planning on telling her." I said, honestly. What I was expecting was an apology for kissing me, or making me think he was dead, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen.

We both walked out, putting on fake smiles like we were just back there catching up.

Oh god, I still hate him as much as I did nearly four years ago.

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AUTHORS NOTE

Please tell me if these chapters suck. I'm sorry and all.