Death of the Perfect Girl

72- The Honest

Fisher stood on Poppy's doorstep holding the box of cookies in his hands. He hid behind father trying to prevent tears from filling his eyes again. He had cried the entire ride to the house, his father explaining to him that even though they had broken up Poppy would still be happy to see him, unaware that Fisher was one of the reasons why she was hurt.

Poppy's father opened the front door.

"Mr. Hendrick," Fisher's father frowned at him. "Fisher and I just came by to drop off a box of cookies for Poppy. We heard about what happened on the news."

"Oh," Poppy's father furrowed his brows. "I don't see Fisher-"

Fisher slowly stepped out from behind his father. "Hi...Mr. Hendrick. Here are the cookies," he held the box out towards him.

Mr. Hendrick pursed his lips then he gave Fisher a soft smile. "Thank you," he took the box. "You can come inside if you like. Poppy would be happy to see you."

"Thank you," Fisher's father nodded. He walked into the house but Fisher stayed put. He couldn't walk past the door frame knowing what he'd done. Poppy knew he was involved. She would probably call the cops the moment she saw him.

Mr. Hendrick looked at him. "Fisher? Coming in?"

Fisher looked up at him. Tears filled his eyes. "I'm so sorry."

Mr. Hendrick titled his head and smiled. "It's okay, son. We've already forgiven you. Come inside."

Fisher held his breath as he crossed over into the house. He looked at the spot on the floor where his knife had dropped then he looked at the stairs that he had snuck up behind Sadie. How could he have been so stupid? So sick?

He walked into the living room. Mrs. Hendrick greeted him with open arms and a rub on the back. He had swallowed the bile in his throat multiple times, trying not to bring up what was left in his stomach.

"Poppy's upstairs with Noah," her mother smiled at him.

Fisher furrowed his brows. "Noah."

"You can go meet them."

"Here," Mr. Hendrick handed the box of cookies back to him. "Bring these up for her."

Fisher nodded then he made his way to the stairs. He slowly climbed them feeling his chest tighten with each step. Poppy's door was open. He heard her speaking. He walked down the hallway then he stood by Poppy's wall, listening.

"And it...it just hurts to know that...he would do this to me. That anyone would."

"Well," Noah's deep voice vibrated the wall Fisher stood by. 

He sighed. Noah was everything Fisher wasn't. He was taller, better looking and definitely sweeter. He knew his way around words and he could sense the way people felt by just looking at them. Everyone loved him. Everyone hated Fisher.

"If Sadie can blackmail me and so many others...then maybe she blackmailed him."

Poppy sighed. "But what could be so bad-"

Fisher stepped into the room.

Poppy and Noah froze.

Fisher stood with the box of cookies and tears running down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry."

Poppy's expression drained to blankness. She quickly stood. She walked over to him and took the box, resting it on the floor. Then she stood straight again and stared into his eyes. She clenched her fists then she took a deep breath. She suddenly lifted her hand and smacked him across the face.