promises and fear • kai anderson

CHAPTER NINE: NEWS

  "Alice! You held a knife to Sam's throat!" Chloe yelled at me as we walk down the street towards our cars. I look to her then around.

  "Keep your voice down!" I whisper harshly. Chloe only narrows her eyes at me. I breathe out. "Yes but he had it coming." Her eye widened. 

  "Alice do you hear yourself!? He had it coming? You sound like a mobster from New York who just killed his brother over a pack of coke!" She yells, I place a hand over he mouth. She licks my hand and I pull back in disgust, wiping my hand on my pants.

  "What the hell!" I yell. 

  "That's what happens when someone tries to shush me!" She hisses. I roll my eyes and walk faster. She caught up to me and pulled on my arm. I groan. 

  "Look, Alice. I know he is a total douche bag but come on! He might tell Adam!" She says. I glare at her, my jaw clenching. 

  "You think I don't know that?" I snap. She flinches and I sigh, running a hand threw my hair. "I know I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. I just have to prey that he is scared enough that he won't tell." I then think of something and turn to her.

  "You won't tell. Right?" I ask. She makes a face. 

  "Of course not! Your my friend. I'm gonna keep my mouth shut about this but if you get into trouble then don't blame me." She states, putting a hand to her chest. I sigh, my shoulder untensing. I nod. 

  "Okay. Good." I breathe. She then pushes me a bit. I look at her in confusion. 

  "I saw that blue haired guy talking to ya." She says with suggestive eye brows. I roll my eyes. 

  "Yeah. And?" I say. 

  "He's cute." She says, giving me this evil look. I let out a soft chuckle. 

  "I think you still have the mind of a highschooler some times." I tell her and she laughs. She then puts a hand around my shoulder.

  "Yep. And I'm your best friend so what does that say about you?"

  When I came home and dropped my stuff on my couch, I fell onto my bed and sighed out, breathing in the scent of my pillows. I softness was more than comforting and I wanted to just lay there forever. 

  I turned over on my back, taking a deep breath in and then closed my eyes for a moment. As soon as I did I saw Sam there. I was holding the knife to his throat and he yelled in fear for me to stop. 

  I sat up quickly, opening my eyes. I give my head a little shake, suddenly breathing quite heavily.  

  "What the hell..." I mutter. I bring a hand to my head and then finally breathe normally again. Where the fuck did that come from?

  That night I didn't really sleep very well. Well...more than normal. I tossed and turned, not wanting to close my eyes because whenever I did I imagined that knife pressed against Sam's throat. I didn't know why the incident kept coming back to me but it was just very overwhelming and I felt sick when thinking about it. 

  It wasn't only that but I had wanted to do something with that knife when it was against his throat. I had wanted to slice down. 

  That morning I had sat up with a groan and my hair was a living, breathing, rats nest. I had woken up early so I didn't have to worry about the whole "getting to work late" thing. 

  I got dressed slowly, tired from not one blink of sleep. I brush my teeth and hair, putting it in a ponytail in the back of my head. That is when I noticed something. Did my eyes seem darker? I peered closer at my reflection. The circles under my eyes seemed really heavy. They looked a bit sunken in even.

  Shaking it off, I was just about to grab my bag when my phone started to ring. I looked to see it was Chloe. Raising a brow I answered it and brought the phone to my ear.

  "Hey Chloe. What's up?" I say.

  "Alice! Have you seen the news today!" She screeches through my phone. I flinch. 

  "Um, no. Why?" I ask. 

  "Put on your TV and go to channel 7! NOW!" She yells.

  "Jeez fine." I say then open my door and walk down stairs, phone still in hand. I pick up my remote and switch threw the channels until I find channel 7 news. I sit down on my couch. I see that Beverly Hope women or whatever standing in front of what looked like a crashed car. 

  "Last night, Same Davis, got into a terrible and tragic car accident while driving home after spending his night at the local bar. Eye witness state they saw him weaving in and out of lanes before finally driving off the road. He is severely injured and from what we have heard, is in a coma. We can only pray that he will be alright and be able to return to the world as soon as he is able." 

  I watch with wide eyes, my hand coming to my mouth while listening to the women speak. After she was done explaining I remove my hand from my mouth and move the phone closer to my ear. 

  "That's terrible." I whisper. 

  "Uh yeah! He is in a coma!" She shouts. She then gasps. "What if they blame you!"

  "What? What are you talking about?" I say in a rush. 

  "Before you put the T.V on, they said they had examined the car and saw the brakes had been cut." She says. I gasp.

  "Your saying it was on purpose!" I say in surprise. 

  "Yeah! I know right! I think it was his ex-girlfriend but they might blame you because of you holding a knife to his throat yesterday!" She yells. I still. 

  Oh my god. She was right. I could get blamed for this. I could get in trouble. No no no. This is more than trouble. This is jail time. From what I can tell, he seemed to almost die. I look at the screen at the car crash. 

  "Shit."