The Stars

We Fucked (Up)

"Andrew, we have to call the police! " I screamed to him. "No, " he kept telling me. "I already touched him. If we call the police, I'll be thrown in jail! "

He pushed me towards a tree and put his hand right next to my face. Then he put the other hand on my left. He was so much taller than me. My logical side was kicking in. I had to do something. And I had to do it fast.

I tried to punch him, but he held me still. He pushed me to the ground and took a push-up position on top of me. I... what should I do? What is even happening?

"Shhh, " he whispered to me. "That boy had it coming. Nobody needs to know. It will be our little secret. "

My heart. It was beating so fast. But no, that's not the right thing to do.

He tried to kiss me. I had to make my choice there. Should I follow the love of my life, or should I do the right thing. Maybe I should make myself more time?

I kicked him in the nuts.

He immediately got up screaming in pain. I managed to escape from him, and started running like my life depended on it.

Actually, it did. This guy is a murderer. I don't know how, but those emotions I had for him aren't as strong now.

But, he was more athletic than me. He managed to catch up to me. I had to think. Wait. I had a knife with me. I was stupid enough to take a weapon with me, thankfully. I took it out and turned towards him.

"You have 5 minutes to explain. " I said in anger.

"I... I didn't do anything." he stumbled. "I just... don't want to rot in a prison. I'm scared Eleanor. I'm scared. "

My body desired him so much now that I knew he wasn't a bloody murderer. But no, we can't do it here. Also, we don't have condoms. I don't want to get pregnant or anything. But... would anything happen for just this time?

"We have to think. We have a murderer to find. Let's go to my place. We can think something there. " Andrew was right.

We went to his house. And I'm going to be honest, my skirt was a bit wet.

The house wasn't that big. There was an old wardrobe by the entrance. I could barely select a picture on top of it. Wait. The girl in the picture. Oh my God. She has a hijab. Zeynep!

"What the hell are we doing in Zeynep's house?! " I asked.

"Wait, you don't know? Zeynep's my sister. "

OK what the fuck.

"Our mother died long ago. And our father left us before she died. "

"Zeynep is home,I think. We have to be quiet. I bought these just for this moment. " he added as he pointed to some condoms. Oh boy.

It was a long night.

Zeynep woke up before us, and I think that was the time I dressed up the quickest.

"Eleanor? What are you doing here? " said Zeynep with confusion visible in her eyes.

I'm not that good at lying. But I guess Andrew is.

"I invited him. It's Arthur's birthday soon! " said Andrew.

Right. We still had that problem.

I wasn't satisfied with anything. I had to do my own investigation.

"I have to go now! " I said. I quickly got up and basically ran out.

I had to see Arthur's family first. I knew where Arthur lived. It would be easy to find them.

Well, it wasn't quite "them" I suppose. When the door was opened, I was left with the sight of a mother with red eyes and a tissue in her hand.

"I'm sorry for your loss. " I said as I slowly sat on the couch. She was just crying silently.

"Is Arthur's father here? " I asked her.

"No. He's been gone for three years now. He left for a pack of smokes and never returned. "

"Ma'am, I now you're sad... but I have to ask about Arthur. "

She nodded, but I could see that she was surprised.

"This Friday night, were was your son? "  

"He didn't tell me. " came her answer. "He just went out quickly. "

"Did you check his phone for anything suspicious? " I asked.

"No, I don't know his password. "

"I think I know what it is. " I mumbled. She didn't question it. She just gave me his phone.

I hesitated. Was his password really that? There's nothing I can do other than trying.

I entered "Milkshake. "

Wrong password. You liar. He had told me that he would make it milkshake.

I slowly gave the phone to her mother. There was nothing that we can do before we open this phone.

But the day wasn't over. I have to talk to Zeynep. I don't know who is behind this thing, but I will find him. And he will regret it.