Filling The Gap...

Katie

It doesn't take me long to get home. But when I do I wish instantly that I was anywhere else but here. William is sat in my chair, his body leaning forward as he stares at the ground. I drop my bag on to the floor which causes him to look up, his throat swallowing hard as I march towards him, only being able to see red.

"You left her!"

I scream at him as I push him back into the chair. My fists hitting his chest as he just takes everything I can throw at him. How can someone be so heartless.

"She was your friend. And you're not even there for her."

I try to mask the sadness behind my voice with how angry I was at him, but i couldn't.  Now noticing the tears stinging my eyes as they fall downwards on to my cheeks.

"She was someone I fucked. That's it."

His voice cold as he tries to stand up but fails when I push him back down with all the strength I had.

"She was dying, and she needed you. The only person who actually saw the good in you which I will never understand. Even when you left her, she was willing to forgive you. You fucking asshole."

Her last wishes for me to take the folder filled with news articles and photographs of Williams family's case that she had collected through the early years after he had died. Somehow, she had felt somewhat responsible saying that maybe had certain things changed then William may have not died that he wouldn't have been in the house when it had gone alight. Not knowing that Williams dad had killed them and had it not been that night then he probably would have still ended up dead.

"Stop it."

He warns me when I don't stop pushing him back, his hands grabbing my arms his fingers digging into my bare skin.

"Why? Are you going to vanish on me too? You're just a pussy. A fucking scared pussy."

Never feeling this much pent up anger and frustration directed at someone  who was so self-absorbed with themselves that he couldn't see the damage he had caused.  He grits his teeth as he gives up fighting me off him, his back pressing down the back of the chair as he leans back and stares up at the ceiling.

"If it means that you'll leave me alone, then yes."

Leaning forward over him I pull the material of his hoodie, feeling his breath on me as i stare into his dark brown eyes.

"Why?"

Seeing the pain that hides behind the mask his wearing. He stays quiet, his eyes never leaving mine. His tongue licking his lips as he moves slightly, his hand moving to grip the back of my head.

"Because I can."

His voice low and barely above a whisper. Before I can call him out his lips crash down on to mine. His free hand sliding down to the side of my hip as he lifts me up and on to his body. My knees coming down and resting either side of his outer legs straddling him on the chair. His breathing becoming harsher when I try to push back away from him. Everything was happening so fast, that I scratch his neck with my nails causing him to jolt and pull back. His eyes fixated on everything apart from me, his chest moving fast as if it was actually beating.

"What the hell!"

I try to pull away but his hand still having a hold on me. This could not be happening.

"I'm with Cameron!"

I push him again which causes him to react. His eyes becoming confused when I try to move again but feel something underneath me very hard. Fuck. I'm nearly lost for words when I feel William's boner through his trousers grinding against me when i try to move again.

"Get off me. You sick bastard."

Within seconds I am falling back and crashing on to my wooden floor. His body lifting up from the seat as he ignore me and now stares at my bag. I try to trip him up but he vanishes and then reappears when he picks up my bag and pulls the folder out.

"Keep the lockbox. It's yours. I don't need your help anymore. It's over."

He vanishes again but this time I can see little bits of ghostly looking light trailing towards the door. The only thing he was capable of was causing destruction, his very being destroying people in his path.

"Good. Go. We don't need you!"

I scream which makes mum and Robbie run into my room.

"What's going on?"

Mum asks. Her voice full of worry as she pulls me to her, my arms wrapping around her as I let everything out. I feel Robbie's hand come down on my shoulder as he tries to grab my attention.

"Where's is he?"

Knowing he was meaning William.

"Gone."

All of my emotions crashing and merging into one big mess. I hear Robbie run out of my room, his bare feet storming down the stairs as he calls out for William. Mum disappears from my side as she runs after Robbie, his screams echoing through the house as mum holds him back and he shouts at her to let go of him.

"He was my friend!"

That's the thing. I think deep down William really didn't have any friends. People had probably tried, but in the end he did what he was good at. He hurt them.