The Butterfly Effect: Katelyn Nouvelle

The Butterfly Effect [Chapter 3]

Chapter 3:

                My mind went blank and my vision disappeared. I feel hands cup my face and air fills my lungs making me gasp. I open my eyes to see Ryan’s dad in front of me. We were in the hallway of their house and I felt warm liquid run out of my nose; blood.

                “Kay. Dad, don’t touch her,” I hear Ryan say and then Ryan’s dad’s hands drop from my face. Ryan pushes him aside and takes hold of my face in his hands. “You’re bleeding again,” he made a face but I had my gaze on his dad. George looks me up and down before rolling his eyes and walking away.

                “I just changed the future,” I whisper. I lick my lips forgetting about the blood rushing from my nose. The salty liquid now covered my mouth making me what to spit it out.

                Ryan rubs his thumb over my cheek and frowns. “When your nose bleeds does that mean you time traveled?” he asks softly dropping his hands. He leaves me and vanishes off to the bathroom. He comes back with a damp facecloth. Without hesitation he presses it to my face making me tilt my head back. “How do you know you changed the future?” he mumbles.

                “Because when I ran out of your room I bumped into your dad and then ran out of the house to get away from you. Your dad then came outside and you yelled at him so he was about to hit you. I pushed you away and got slapped. Then I opened my eyes and ended up here again,” I explain to him. I sigh as he takes the facecloth off of me. “Ryan, I am changing your future as we talk. Since we met everything is changing. You need to understand. You have to be the Ryan Ross I look up to. You need to be the guy I’m in love with because I’m your biggest fan. You need to forget me,” I whisper.

                Ryan looks at me with big eyes like he was about to start crying. He takes hold of my hands and looks into my eyes. “You can help me become him. I’m not forgetting you this fast. Maybe you are the reason I become who I am in the future,” he bits his bottom lip and I throw my head back and my eyes start to water.

                “So I make you become a drunk and someone who hangs out with crack whores? Am I the person that tells you your father is dead when you are a few concerts into your first headlining tour?” I was not pleased with what I have come out and said but I couldn’t hold him back. Tears flooded out of my eyes and I pulled my hands away from Ryan. “My life sucks but I’m not going to be the reason yours does,” I add before pushing him aside and walking down the hall.

                I walk out of the house not completely sure as to where I would go. I hear Ryan call my name and at the same time another person yells heads up. I looked toward the voice I didn’t know just in time to get hit with a football to the face. My body falls to the ground but I keep my consciousness.

                I press my palm to my forehead and groan loudly. The sound of footsteps gets closer to me. Ryan kneels down next to me and elevates my head and places it in his lap. Spencer and Brett come to my side. “I’m so sorry, that was terrible timing,” Brett apologies.

                “Everything that has happened today has been terrible timing Mr. Brett Wilson,” I hiss. I wasn’t mad at him for hitting me in the face, I was mad at myself.

                “You know my name but I have never seen you before in my life,” Brett comments.

                I look at him then at Ryan. “And you were never suppose to meet me,” I stare into Ryan’s eyes like I was trying to make him burst into flames.