Misunderstood

Chapter Sixteen

Sahara’s POV

“Are you an angel? Have I died and gone to Heaven?” 

We all look over to the couch to see that Harper has finally come out of her slumber. I laugh out loud to see that Mr. Winchester is staring down at her in worry and confusion. Leave it to Harper to use a faint as a way to give Mr. Winchester a pick up line. 

“Harper you passed out. Are you okay? Does your head hurt?” Mr. Winchester asks, shaking the confusion out of his face and trying to assess if Harper needs medical attention. Even though if she did I have no idea where she would get it from. 

We all hurriedly crowd around the couch where she is laying, waiting for her answer. Hoping that she is alright. 

“I’m fine, what happened? What was downstairs?” she asks quietly, looking around at all of us with horror in her eyes. 

“We went downstairs and you stepped in a pool of blood,” Luke mutters, not looking her quiet in the eye. 

“And then you passed out. Really? You passed out?” Michael speaks up, sarcasm and judgement evident in his tone. I knew he was just acting like this because of the conversation he and I had upstairs. Earlier tonight he had been acting like he really liked Harper. 

“She can’t stand the sight of blood,” I answer for her, and I return the grateful smile she gives me. Of course I know that she can’t stand the sight of blood, just like the fact that while she was passed out I washed her feet off and put my fuzzy socks on her. The ones that she stole every time she came to my house. We are, well were maybe, best friends. I know these things about her. 

As if reading my thoughts she looks down at her legs and wriggles her toes, seeing the dark purple fuzzy socks. Another grateful smile before she seems to remember why she was paired with Luke to go downstairs, and the smile turns into hardened eyes. Hardened eyes glaring from me to Luke and back again. 

“I know what happened. I just mean what was the blood from?” Harper asks quietly again. 

We all give her a blank stare not knowing how to answer her question. 

“It was Satine. She was dead,” Ethan suddenly speaks up from behind all of us. I had actually almost forgotten the little nerd was still here with us. He never speaks. 

I watch Harper’s face pale in horror as she thinks about the fact that she was just stepping in someone’s blood, not only a random someone, in Satine’s blood. Although we had both agreed we didn’t like the girl, I don’t think anyone would want to step in a dead girl’s blood. 

“What about Calum, was he…he wasn’t um…” she starts, fidgeting as she tries to sit up on the couch but Mr. Winchester pushes her back down. 

“Calum wasn’t down there,” Ashton answers, and I can tell from the tone of his voice that he is trying to hold back tears. Even though the rest of us only really hung out with Calum a few times, Ashton and Calum were best friends and I know this is killing him. I suddenly want to just comfort him. And so I do. 

Getting up I move away from Luke and to the other side of Ashton. I sit down and slowly take his hand from his lap and place it into both of my own, rubbing the back of his hand lightly. To my surprise he doesn’t pull away. He actually lets out a little sigh of relief, and an almost invisible smile rises on his saddened face. 

“Well we have to go get him. We have to find Calum,” Luke speaks up and I can’t say that I don’t agree with him. I’m tired of Mr. Psycho being two steps ahead of us in everything that we do. It’s time for us to take a stand.