My eyes were burning a huge hole into the phone. I just needed to pick it up, call my parents, and show them that I'm worthy. This is the day I've been waiting for.
"Kate?" I heard quietly from downstairs. Although I was almost ready to pick up the phone, I decided that my Jase was more important.
"Kate, can we speak?" He was sitting cross-legged on his bed, seeming to pose no threat of physical violence. Still, I sat on the sofa opposite, and he didn't object.
"Did you kill Scarlet and Travis?" He asked quietly, looking at me intently. I thought for a minute, why should I tell him? Wouldn't that only make him sad or angry?
"I just need to make sense of high school. If you killed Liam—"
"I didn't kill Liam. Liam died," I said, almost aggressively. He continued to just look at me for a minute, before then continuing on.
"Okay, okay. Just...what happened to Scarlet and Travis?" He asked warily. I held his scared eye contact for a minute, before the bright red ring around his wrist from the handcuff caught my eye. I would need to get some sort of padding to stop that.
"Scarlet was going to ask out Liam. She deserved what she got," I explained smugly. He didn't look at me. "And your friend..." I tried to find a way to explain.
"Because he looked in your notebook? Because I only understood your struggle when—"
"You became more compassionate after you lost him. I did you a favour," he went silent again.
"He didn't deserve that," he whispered.
"Yes, he did. You needed to feel that pain to understand how I felt. Now, I need to make a call," he didn't object to me leaving. In fact, his demeanour was pushing me out.
Instead of sitting down, trying to work up the courage to make the call, I picked up the phone, dialled the number, and listened to the ringing.
"Hello?" I heard. My mother's voice. It took me a moment to say anything at all.
"Mom," I said quietly. Silence, from the other end. "I did something, mom. You'll be so proud of me, I just need a second chance," there was shuffling. Murmuring and hissing on the other end.
"Katherine, I told you to never contact us again," it was my father now.
"I got someone, on my own. I'm inviting you to visit my house, and see how much progress I've made. I'm asking for a second chance," I crossed my fingers behind my back, praying that he would say yes.
"Why?" He responded simply.
"I was young and naive with Liam, but i understand now. I understand what you tried to teach me." More silence and hushed words. After a few moments, I heard my mothers quiet voice.
"We'll be over on Christmas Eve. 11am,"
2 weeks. 2 weeks and I'll have the life I've always wanted.
YOU ARE READING
This Dream is a Killer
Romancea few years ago a random number texted me and it was all in French. I'm still trying to understand it to this day. I think that's what you're going through reading this
