THE AFTERMATH

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

THE AFTERMATH

Blood drips down onto me from above, marking my skin in pink blotches before its washed away. The rain is still pouring but I can distinctly tell the feeling of the rain from that of his blood.

Kieran groans before staggering off me. He had somehow managed to push Andrew’s aim from his head, but his shoulder has been shot instead.

He grabs Andrews hand as they both struggle for the gun, shots are fired into the night air before Kieran is able to take hold over the gun and I sigh in relief but, Why ? He was crazier right?

He was worse I should be more worried, so what is this false sense of security?

I get up from the floor, dumbfounded and frozen with everything unfolding before me.

Kieran aims the gun at Andrew.

“Don’t shoot him.” I yell out to him.

Kieran ignore me.

“Please Kie, don’t do it.” I shout, hoping I could sway him. I don’t want anyone to die tonight. No matter how much I hated the person or loved the person.

“Kieran please. I wrap my hands from behind hugging him. I don’t want him to kill someone and go to jail for murder. I hated Kieran but not that much. I didn’t want him to live with the trauma of taking a life especially when I was involved.

“Please take me back. I want to go and clean. I’ve been a bad girl. I’m sorry.” I say as I hold him tightly.

He pushes off me and throws the gun at me.

“Go back and wait for me.”

“Kie please ” I say

“Go before I change my mind and paint the floor with his blood.”

I grab the gun and ran, obeying him fully.

Kieran grabs Andrew and twists his neck and Andrew falls limply to the floor.

I deny the voice in my head saying he has been killed. That Kieran was a murderer.

There’s a non-stop pounding in my head and I groan, jerking up from bed in cold sweat. Was it all a dream? My vision is cloudy and blurry, but I hear someone shushing me back to sleep. Kieran comes into focus and I grab his face because in my jungled mind that is the best option.

“Please don’t kill me too.” I say as tears spill down my eyes.

“I won’t kill you sweet heart.” He laughs as something cold is pressed against my head. Is it a gun a muzzle?

He lied to me. HE’s going to kill me.

So why is it so soothing? I think as I fall into an abyss.

Its been weeks since that incident occurred. Kieran had come back to find me cleaning up in tears and then after he came to pry the cleaning tools form my hands, I’d come down with a fever and then spent a few days being unconscious and coming out of it begging Kieran not to kill me.

A week after I recovered, Kieran had decided he’d caused me enough trauma and left me alone. He’d allowed me to see Kirk and left me alone at school but Kirk refused to go back home with me so now we were all living at the Castles.

I’ve missed a lot of school work and have been busy catching up and with cheer practice too, I’ve been extra busy. Kieran has completely left me alone. I haven’t seen Andrew in school and no one is mentioning him. Did Kieran really kill him? And why is everyone uncomfortable and changing the subject when I ask about him? Every time I dared to ask Kieran, he pretended I didn’t exist.

One day, he’s returned late drunk and covered in bruises. I’d lashed out and demanded to know about Andrew. He’d only asked what I think would happen to a guy I keep showing care for in front of him and then when I told him to explain what he meant and stop talking in parables, the wanker proceeded to tell me to suck his dick and maybe he’d be generous enough to give me the answer.

Once a douche, still a douche. He even had the audacity to be amused and laugh at my reaction as I stomped my foot and nearly threw a tantrum like a six year old. It was amusing for him.

I just cursed him out and went to bed. I’ve been spending all my free time with Kirk, my little brother. Every morning before I wake up, a cup of coffee is left at my bedside. I never take it because Kieran probably left it there.

Although it looks like he is done with me, I can’t be too sure with Kieran. He’s so hot and cold, I don’t believe this would last forever.

Just like this morning when I woke up to see the coffee on my bedside, I tossed everything down the water closet and flashed it. After freshening up and washing my hair. I made my way downstairs, excited to spend another day with Kirk but wheni got down Kirk was already with Kieran and when I moved to leave and come back later, he’d told me to stay and left instead. I’d held my breath as he passed me.

Although I hate to admit it, Kieran really was like my personal external guilty conscience.

During school time, I no longer saw the need to bully anyone any more because of my insecurities. I was more considerate and less violent. It was like seeing someone who spiraled down the violent lane and not wanting to end up like that. What happens if I go too far one day like Kieran ?

In some ways, he made me feel comfortable within my skin. Yes, shocking

At first, only family members had ever had the privilege of seeing me without make-up, but now, he was included in that restricted circle and it didn’t make me want to keep stacking on concealer to hide every blemish and be perfect for everyone.

He once even told me I was looking nice and if I went to do my hair? I believed he asked the question to probably verify if I’d managed to go somewhere without his knowledge but he’d managed to compliment me somehow at the same time.

Everything was just confusing with Kieran right now.