Remember

14. How?

Walking on air - Katy Perry

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Without a word, Joey made his way to the cupboard and took out some blankets.

"Here.. it gets pretty cold at night," he stated. The music downstairs was only a faint melody now so I guessed the party was almost over. A quick glance at my watch told me that it was past 11 p.m.

"Thanks.. are you not going home?"

"And leave you alone with a drunkard in my farmhouse? No way! I'm staying over too," he chuckled.

"She's not a drunkard and her name is Jenny!" How does he manage to get under my skin each time?

"Sorry.. I didn't really mean it," he said calmly. I stared at him with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked puzzled.

"You are apologising to me.. for the second time."

"So?" he just looked more and more puzzled.

"So you are a popular kid and I'm a nerd. We're not even supposed to know each other. You forgot?" I asked dismissingly.

"Actually.. yeah I forgot," he smirked. I realised after a few moments that he was talking about his memory. I instantly felt guilty of my outburst.

"I.. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Coffee?"

"I won't mind one. Thanks." He was being quite nice but it doesn't make him less of a jerk.

"Well.. In fact, I was thinking that you could prepare it.. for both of us because.. uh.. I don't know how to make it." He was almost blushing which I must say was quite amusing.

"You're seriously asking your guest to prepare coffee for you?" I raised an eyebrow.

"That's right.. unless you prefer to die of food poisoning by drinking mine?" He cocked his head to one side.

"I'll take the first option!"

"I'd figured that.." he grinned and I myself can't help smiling from our little-for-once-normal exchange. My first genuine smile in his company.

"Nice smile by the way.." This one creepy comment was enough to wake up my guards again.

"Either you shut up or you prepare that damn coffee yourself," I snapped. He didn't reply and instead gestured me to follow him to the kitchen. As I was filling the coffee machine, I could feel his piercing eyes on my every move.

"Spill your beans big boy.. why are you eyeing me as if I'm your prey for dinner tonight?" I asked uninterestedly, still not meeting his eyes.

"Why do you think so highly of yourself?" he asked seriously. Now, I wasn't expecting this.

"What? You think I'm arrogant? Look who's talking.."

"No.. I meant that you are always pushing people away from you as if you are too good for them." How can he say that when he doesn't even know me? I stopped working on our drinks and turned to face him.

"I only push YOU away.. and yes, I'm too good for you," I state matter of factly.

"What's your bloody problem?" I think I just hurt his ego. "What did I do?"

"You are my problem. You... you.." I could feel the anger building up inside of me encouraging me to say the next words but I couldn't.. Saying those words out loud would be like slaughting my heart open and I couldn't bear that pain again.

"I what!?" he raised his voice impatiently. His inquiry was reliving those memories which I wanted to forget and my eyes were watering.

How did this night turn out like this?

How did I end up with this freak alone in a farmhouse with a wasted bestfriend?

How did our conversation took such a serious turn?

How did he manage to bring those horrible memories when he himself doesn't remember a single thing about his past?

How did he change my entire mood with one single question?

How? How?

There too many questions but not a single answer.

"Answer me damn it! I what!?" Joey took a few steps forward until he came within my reach. He seemed annoyed by my silence.

"Y-you.. you.." This guy was literally playing with fire by provoking me. My hands were in fists on both sides of me, ready to kick his balls if he doesn't cut the crap.

"Just say it for god's fucking sake! I want to know!" He gripped my shoulders firmly and his face was now only inches away from mine.

"You..." My eyes were bloodshot red and I was on the verge of losing my calm.

"Tell me!" he yelled.

The next few minutes were unforgettable as I raised my hand and slapped him hard across his cheek. Upon the contact with his flesh, he losened his grip on my shoulders and stumbled back. My hand was hurting but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. For the next few moments I stared at him angrily while he held his red cheek in his hand. Before he could retrieve his senses and perhaps hit me back, I ran up the stairs to the room in which Jenny was and locked the door. I let myself fall to the floor against the door and hugged my legs to my chest while the unwanted tears rolled down.

"You slapped him.. why?" Why does this stupid subconscious has to feel guilty at the wrong time?

"Because he is a murderer.. my sister's murderer."

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