*****Erika’s POV*****
“What was that about?” Paula asked. Following me as she pushed Kat back into my room.
“Nothing.” I sniffled, taking off my clothes as soon as Paula wheeled Kat inside and locked the door.
“It’s not nothing, Rika.” Kat said.
“We are way past this, Rika. Don’t tell us nothing.” Paula’s tone was firm.
Left in just my lacy pant and matching bra, I collapsed on the bed, covering my face as tears fell more.
“Can you just say something?” Kat’s impatience seeped through her words.
What do I tell them? How do I begin to explain what had happened? How had it gone from me being angry at Jace and giving him the silent treatment to us quarreling heatedly on our way back? I had not asked a bad question.
I was just curious and I was honest with myself, I was also suspicious. But who would blame me? I had every right to ask that question. I had to know, it was either that or I would just keep being confused. Why had he picked offense? If he had nothing to hide why did he not answer the question? And why had he not told me about it? He had said he had evidence but I did not think that was true.
I did not believe him when he said he had evidence. But I did not think so, for some very strange reason. Was I being inconsiderate and too harsh? Was I being insensitive and crazy in my thoughts? There was a war going on. All these events were telltales that a war was brewing and to fight it I had to know who was on my side.
The bed dipped beside me. From the scent, I knew it was Paula. I could tell my friends apart even blindfolded. I was not in the mood to talk to her or anyone. I wanted to be left alone.
“What is wrong?” She asked again.
“Nothing.” I replied.
“Do you want Kat and I to leave? Because we do have houses and even if I can’t go home, I will go stay with Kat.” The annoyance in her voice was quite obvious.
“Are you threatening me? The both of you?” I looked at them both.
“It’s not a threat, Erika. But if you do not trust us enough not to tell us anything that’s bothering you, then there is no need overstaying or overstepping.” Kat uttered. Lines of displeasure creased her forehead.
“No one said you’re overstepping or overstaying.” I told them.
“Then what are we doing here?” This question was from a very upset Paula.
“You’re… you’re…” Defeated, I sighed. “I’m sorry girls. I have just had a very strenuous day.”
“Now do you care to talk about it?” Kat stares pointedly at me.
“I guess.” I had no other friends apart them and it was true. The reason they were here was to support me and be there for me. Now that they were here, I should not be turning them away.
“What happened?” This time, Paula’s tone was softer.
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