His Kit Kat

Chapter 10

My fingers shook slightly as I fumbled with the zip of my jacket, looking at the black door next to mine every few seconds. After making sure that the lunatic was really asleep, I crept down the staircase on my toes soundlessly. Tensing a little at the creak of the wooden floor underneath me, I stopped with bated breaths, listening for any sign that my uncle had heard it. After a few agonizing seconds, I finally gathered my keys slowly, careful not to let it jingle. I had laid out my plan very cleverly - At the moment when I unlocked the front door, an alarm from a car reverberated throughout the dim-lit streets. Taking my five-second chance, I sprinted to the opposite of my house, opening the dark blue door of Peter's car and slamming it behind me. 

"I'm ready. Go!" I gestured to Peter frantically. He gave me a look - One that I knew too well - before zooming off into the night. I heaved a sigh of relief before sinking into the head rest of the car seat. 

"So what's with the picture of the two of you holding hands?" He raised his eyebrows. I exhaled, staring at the darkness in front of me.

"I was hanging out with Jace and we decided to fool around with the old lady since she looked disapproving of us." I answered honestly. 

He pursed his lips. "Just like that? Nothing else?"

I shook my head. Damn, this feels awkward. 

"Alright." He finally said after a long pause. 

My thoughts were all over the place as I took in his silence. Was it just me, or were we drifting apart? He seemed expressionless and there was nothing much happening between us anymore.

What was happening?

After ten minutes of listening to the soft music playing in his radio, his phone lighted up with a text in the phone holder. I looked at the text reflexively and it was from someone named Xandy.

"I have to get home by five minutes. You good?" Peter switched off his phone.

I shrugged. He noticed and drove me back home.

One may say that silence between two people that were close is comfortable, and I agree.

Just not with Peter. 

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"No, not here. Another place." Christina shoved me away from the herd of students that were behind us. I frowned in confusion as we made our way to an isolated area. 

When we finally reached a dead end, she pushed her phone towards me. 

It was the picture of Jace and I from the carnival. Who knew that a simple hangout would cause me so much trouble? 

I bit my tongue while she scrolled through the comments.

"Fucking slut. Never knew she had it in her."

"Peter must be so stupid to date someone like her."

"Why the hell would Jace even look at this slug?"

By the time I was done reading the comments, my hands were clammy and my hair was all messed up from my fidgeting. Christina was staring at me with a concerned expression. 

Oh, right. She doesn't know of my depression.

 Mustering up a sneer, I threw my feelings aside and told her that I didn't care. 

Then I ran away.

-

A failure.

That's me, Kate Johnson. A simple and plain girl with a simple name and messed up families. I clenched my teeth, angry at myself for getting depressed. For getting affected so easily. 

My head hit the bathroom door as I leaned against it, shaking uncontrollably. Did Jace use me? To publicly humiliate me? Did he hang out with me so that someone could take a picture and embarrass me? 

DID HE?

I wanted to scream. But it's high school. There would be more trouble. 

I was paranoid. Scared of being bullied again. Scared of being used and trampled upon. The fear was like a continuous and fluctuating wave of darkness that threatened to engulf me at every possible moment, and this was the perfect time. 

Did I submit myself to this darkness? Oh yes I did. I was weak, after all.

His voice rang in my ears.

It kept ringing while I cowered on the floor. The feeling of confinement lingered. The walls around me seemed to trap me on all sides, rendering me powerless. I can't escape. No matter what, the walls stay. And I was just one victim for it to taste delicately and slowly. 

I was the insect and this was the Sarracenia.

I was slowly turning myself in to this torture, and it was happily receiving me into its tight embrace. Its iron fists slowly tightened around me, and I started choking.

There were loud noises. It was banging on my head as well, making me lose all rationality and making me unable to protect myself. The chokes were nothing compared to the loud banging on my head.

"KATE, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE NOW!"

Christina screamed and the banging stopped. My hands released my neck slowly. 

So I was torturing myself all along.

Slowly, I opened the door. My friends were all looking at me in shock. Peter had a hammer in his hands. 

Wait a moment...He entered the girls' toliet?

I laughed. They stared. 

And Jace was nowhere to be found.

So much for making amends. 

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(Can't use bolded texts. And hey, I'm back? I'm writing shorter chapters now since it's the only way I'll continue writing this. It's so long ago since I updated so nobody will probably read but I guess it's worth a try)