Nita

After Jay and Emily left I watched mum from the hall. She was so lost in her own little world she hadn't even realised that they had left or that I was stood watching her now. I watched as tears rolled down her cheeks. She made no attempt to wipe them away and they just fell into her lap or continue rolling down her neck collecting on the neck of her black long sleeve top. I didn't want to know what bruises were underneath it but I was sure that there were more than those which she had left the hospital with. I was so engrossed in watching her that I didn't hear the door open and close.

"Nita, what you doing standing in the hall? Don't you have homework to do?"

"Grandma," I turned shocked by her sudden appearance, "n-no, I finished it all at Amy's house."

"And your bedroom?" she didn't get and answer, I just turned away from her and headed up the stairs to make sure it was clean before she had something else to moan to me about. I trudged up the stairs bad mouthing her in my head not having the guts or energy to say any of it to her face. I lent on my door and it snapped open revealing my room exactly as I had left it this morning. I never expected to be back here. I never thought I would see the inside of my room again but here I was and her it was and it felt so normal but surreal at the same time. I'd set it up in my mind, what was going to happen this evening and now that it had fallen through it was hard for my head to catch up or was it go backwards. I just felt lost. I slumped onto the edge of my bed staring at my feet. How could she do it? Did she even try to leave?

I flopped backwards spreading my arms cross the length of the bed and was surprised when one of them collided with my gym bag. I shot up staring wide eyed at my two bags sat on my bed, defiantly not where I left them. She'd got them out, she was going to meet me and we were going to go. But what went wrong?

"Nita." Grandma called my name from down stairs and I hastily shoved my bags back under my bed before heading down stairs to answer her.

I appeared at the bottom of the stairs a second before my coat was thrust my way. I caught it but looked up questioningly in my grandma's direction.

"Were going out for dinner, go and wait in the car," It was frosty even for my grandma and I stood staring at her, "do I have to repeat myself." I shook my head before leaving the bottom step whilst pulling my coat on at the same time aiming for the front door.

"Keys," I turned and took them off her muttering a word of thanks before opening the front door and quickly stepping out into the frosty February weather.

Adam

I stood staring at the closed door. Had she really just left me again? Even though she said everything that I wanted to say to her but had been putting off I still felt abandoned. It's silly really, however much I didn't want to say those things to Jess, I felt like she had just robbed me of something. That she had just picked me up when she wanted me and then dropped me again, like a child would do with a raggedy old teddy bear. I would have felt awful saying those things to Jess but now I just felt empty and I couldn't work out why.

For a while I sat alone in the kitchen looking at Jess's half eaten bowl of porridge. My head rested in my hands while I pondered whether I would ever see Jess again. She had given me what I had wanted and I hadn't even had to try and break it gently to her but now the house felt empty once again. I listened to the silence occasionally hearing zooms from cars which were driving too fast down the street at the front of the house. For the first time in a couple of weeks I was alone and a little bit lost.

I hadn't been to visit Kirsty this whole time. I hadn't seen her since that night when I'd found her lying in a pool of her own blood. I thought she died that night, I thought I'd lost her. I'd given up. I didn't think that one last shock was going to bring her back. I thought she was gone. I'd been given a miracle. The sense of relief I felt when I saw that line on her monitor spike is something I've never felt before, and hopefully won't have to feel again and after I'd been given her back I hadn't even been to see her, not once. I felt guilty; I wanted to be with her but there wasn't a place for me in her life. Had I left it too late now to go and see her? Would she even want me to go and see her?

I grabbed my jacket from the hook by the door and my keys of the hall table and sprinted to the car. It didn't matter, I needed to see her. I needed to talk to her I needed to try and get her to open up. I hoped that I would be the one she opened up to. As I drove I thought about what I was going to say to Kirsty and how she would react to seeing me and what I said. It didn't always end the way I wanted it to but I had to give it a go, I'd left it too long already. I screeched to a halt out side Kirsty's house. I slammed the car door shut and sprinted up the front stairs hastily knocking on her front door. I shifted my feet waiting for someone to answer, feeling the nerves eating away at me but then I heard the door unlatch. It opened slowly a brown head of hair peering around it.

"Hey."

Warren

Opening the front door I found the house dark and strangely quiet. It wasn't like it was normally loud but there always seemed to be something going on. It was only about seven but the darkness made it seem much later. I didn't bother calling 'I'm home' into the house. Kirsty or Nita did that, I did not. I flipped the light switch on the hall wall immediately bringing the house to life but it was still empty. Not knowing quiet what to think I walked into the kitchen turning on the light. Again I found it empty then I realised where Kirsty would most lightly be if she were home. I burst through the lounge door fully expecting to find Kirsty sat there with that stupid empty look on her face but she wasn't. The room, from what I could see from the hall light, was again empty.

Had I pushed her too far this time? Was she still passed out on our bedroom floor? I charged up the stairs not being able to wait any longer to find out where she was. She better be in this house. The bedroom door was open and I slammed my fist onto the light switch which revealed another empty room there was a small pool of blood beside the dresser but that was it. I turned to face the hall my angry growling at me to let it explode but I kept it below the surface flicking off our bedroom light and starting a search of the whole house.

It was like playing a game of cat and mouse but with more of an adrenaline rush. I made myself take slow loud foot steps as my brain screamed at me to search faster but also telling me to go slower and louder. I creakily opened the door to Nita's room and this time slowly reached up to the light switch. After the rooms I'd searched this was where I thought she was mostly likely to be but yet again the room was empty. I turned again exiting the room only to look across into our room to see the light from the en-suit shining under the door. I defiantly hadn't turned it on making it the only light on in the house before I came home.

The excitement grew in the pit of my stomach as I got closer and closer to the door. Everything was silent and my hand shook as I reached out for the door knob. Twisting it slowly I couldn't stop a smile spreading across my face. I knew exactly what I was going to do.

Suddenly I burst through the door ready to pounce on an already cowering Kirsty but instead I found something that will be etched on to my memory, haunting me forever.

So what will Warren find? Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last chapter I love how I've got you all guessing. All will be revealed in the next couple of chapters as to what Kirsty was thinking and what everybody else has planned for her! I love hearing your ideas they inspire me to keep putting in twists and turns, hopefully I won't put in too many and confuse the whole thing. Thanks for reading it's great to hear what your thinking.