Trial by Vanessa Huber

Author:Vanessa Huber [Huber, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2021-06-24T22:00:00+00:00

13

Chapter 13

I set my weary body next to Carter’s and slump back. My head rests back on the cushion surface and I close my eyes, hoping someone might actually just kill me. God knows I don’t have the guts to do it myself, and one time I did, it didn’t work. I peer over at Carter’s also slumping body, he looks as miserable as I do. Like he’s wishing someone will kill him.

“I’ll kill you if you kill me,” I say, looking back up at the ceiling.

“Deal,” he sighs. We sit up at the same time and look at each other. I give him a forced grin, he returns the same gesture. I pull his arm down that’s holding the ice pack and study the wound. It’s a black, splotchy circle covering his left eye. The eye inside squints, trying its best to stay open. I run my finger against the edge of the dark circle, its weak skin, ready to pull off. This is all my fault. My fault that they fought. They were technically fighting over me. I drop my hand and look away from Carter. I raise my somewhat damp body off the couch and make my way towards my room.

Carter looks as though he’s going to say something but remains silent. I strut to my room and gently click the door behind me. I realize the wetness of my clothing and it becomes tightening around my body, sticking to random parts of my skin. I do a quick change of clothing and set myself on my comfy mattress.

My eyes make their way to the little gift box gleaming on the floor, waiting for someone to unravel it and release its inside contents. Mom always said it was rude to refuse gifts, no matter the situation. They were specifically picked out for you and should be treated as if you bought it. I rub my mother’s ring on my finger and a picture of her pops into my mind. Her gleaming smile, her soft green eyes, her calm facial features with too much Rosetta. I feel the appearance of a smile on my face and think what she would think of me not opening the gift. She would’ve thought that was more selfish than not taking it.

I feel the energy of the box before making it quickly float to me. The box’s energy clicks with my own and settles on top of my fingertips. I cup the small box with sadness and slowly pull open the silky ribbon. It unravels, leaving a small macaron jewelry box that I pull the top off of. A small note lies folded on top of the gift. I pick it up and unfold its seams to reveal Jason’s messy handwriting. “If you’re reading this, Congrats, you’re not being a stubborn person today!

-I love you

Jason.”

I love you. Some bold chosen words that don’t faze me. I love Jason, but I did before we were dating, of like a friendship sort of love. I don’t know if that love has differed.

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