I'm yours

Part 7

„So, Beth, you free tommorow after school?“  Deb asked with her usual smile on her face. “I’m afraid to ask why.” Beth answered with her usual frown. “Don’t be like that.”, “And how in the world could I not to? Ever since I killed that… ‘that’ today, everyone’s been staring at me like I’m some kind of killer.”, “Technically, you are a killer. It was a precious test subject after all.”, “Well, thank you for your comforting words, really.” Beth sarcastically said and shook her head. If it was someone else than Deb, he wouldn’t notice the sarcasm because of Beth’s ever so moody facial expression. If you could even call it an expression. “Anyway, I’m free. What do you want?”, “I was thinking about going out for pizza with girls, nothing serious, I promise.”, “If it’s food, I’m in.”

Beth’s desire for food has gotten bigger as the time passed. She started eating right, almost too much, just like when she was younger and when she wasn’t working. In short, when her parents were still alive. They called her that evening to tell her they’ll be coming home soon. But 30 minutes later, the call she got wasn’t from them and it wasn’t good. It was from hospital, telling her parents died in a car accident and that there was no way they could have saved them. The road was slippery and they couldn’t stop in time. They ended up practically smashed up against the tree, with another car crashed into them. Beth didn’t cry nor scream nor anything that could say that she was broken. She simply sat down and stayed quiet, without a trace of expression on her face. Nothing changed from then. In over two years she didn’t cry or laugh from the heart. They stopped existing for her.

Why did she have to remember that right now? They were casually sitting and eating pizza, but no, Beth had to ruin it. Lucky for her, no one noticed the difference in her behavior. Although she should have listen for what girls have been talking about. If they ask for her opinion, then she’ll have to talk. And she’s not in the mood for talking, only eating. Maybe if she could finish eating and go home with an excuse…  Beth suddenly widened her eyes and put her piece of pizza down. “I’m sorry, girls, I have to go.”, “Why? What happened?”, “I remembered I have to drink my medicine.”, “What are you talking about? You didn’t mention anything about that.” Deb asked confused. “Yeah, I didn’t tell you, but it’s some shit for my blood or something. I wasn’t quite listening to my doctor.” She said and added a small smile. “You are so irresponsible.” Amy said and sighed. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. You have fun and… we’ll hear during holiday, right?”, “Sure.”, “Of course.” Beth heard them saying and raised a hand to greet them, so she doesn’t yell all over the place.
Beth took a deep breath when she got out and headed home. ‘That was lame as fuck.’ She thought of her excuse. ‘But it worked.’ Now she can dedicate herself to work again, since they had a three-week break. How lovely.
As she was carefully walking on the snow-covered walkway, someone big and tall bumped into her and she couldn’t keep her balance anymore. In a blink of eye she was lying on the cold white floor with a pain in her back. “Oh, Jesus, are you alright?” a male voice reached her ears and it was somehow familiar. “Uhm… yeah, I guess.” Beth muttered while sitting up. “Here, let me help you.” She heard him saying and took his arm that showed up in front of her face. Once she was on her two feet again, he handed her bag to her. ‘Unbelievably polite, considering this is New York.’, “You’re not from here, aren’t you?” she suspiciously asked while studying his face. His eyes and hair were navy blue, unusual. His hair was spiky and it slightly covered his right eye. “No, I’m only visiting my brother.” He suddenly said. ‘That explains the bag.’ Because he was carrying a huge bag. Although he should have take the suitcase. “I also think I’m lost. Could you help me?”, “Sure. Where do you need to go?” she asked with slight insecure. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he robbed her or something. When he showed her a paper with the address the same as hers, she looked from the paper to him. “Is this some kind of a joke?” Beth asked, raising her eyebrow. “No.”, “Are you sure you have the right name?”, “I’m 100% sure, my brother had to spell it for me.”, “Oh, really? What’s his name?” “Sebastian.” He said with a questioning look on his face. ‘No way.’