Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter, sorry it took a bit longer to update then I thought it would, and sorry this chapter is a bit short but it's more of and ending to the last then a new one! Hope you enjoy!
As I was walking towards the stairs that dull sense of understanding and acceptance of what was my life was still there. I felt not happy but calm and content about it; there was a strange sort of contentment in not wanting to change anything.
I thought about me and Curly and the fact that he probably was cheating on me, it didn't hurt me nearly as much as it should and I wondered how that was. I cared so much about him, and about Angela, I just wanted them to be happy, and Curly and me had so much fun.
He had given me so much, his love and friendship, a home to go to and a sister, him cheating didn't matter that much in comparison. What was between us was so much more then just a teenage romance, we were friends, and we were lovers. I mean I was so attracted to him that I just couldn't keep my hands off of him and I loved him, but still there was something different in our relationship in comparison to other teenagers.
Walking by the kitchen my head filled with pictures of Curly, I noticed Tim standing with his back against the wall inside, a pretty brown haired girl holding his hand and whispering something to him. Tim smirked and I saw a small twinkle of something in his eyes that made him look like a wildcat on the hunt. He looked hungry and I drew a sharp breath at the sudden dull throbbing in my chest.
Just as I walked by and mounted the stairs the front door opened. I turned and saw Angela tip toeing her way passed the living room, where the gang were still partying. When she was passed she walked on normally, probably thinking she had sneaked passed her brothers.
"Angie! Get in here" the cold but still almost gentle voice was heard as Angela came up behind me, she flinched and then sighed heavily.
I couldn't see her as she got in the kitchen, but I saw the brown haired girl walk out directly after, a forced disappointed smile on her face.
I don't know why I didn't just continue to walk up the stairs, but I didn't, instead I stood there glued to the spot listening.
"Do ya have a watch?" I heard Tim ask his sister calmly.
"Yeah" Angela answered, her voice betraying her insecurity. She sounded intimidated, as if she knew what was coming.
"Do ya have a brain?" Tim asked his voice both tired and hard.
In my mind I saw him standing in front of Angela his arms crossed over his chest, a stony look on his chiselled face.
Angela was quiet as he waited for an answer.
"What the fuck're ya doin' getting home at two thirty in the morning?" Tim's voice was now angry but he still didn't raise it.
To me that was even scarier the Curly's yelling.
"I was at a party, at Terry's… everybody was there… I had to go" Angela was rambling nervously; obviously she was as aware as me about the danger of Tim's calmness.
"I don't give a shit 'bout who was where Angela!" he spat out, a threatening edge to his calm and collected voice.
"What the fuck have I told ya 'bout telling us where ya are!" he continued angrily.
"I…but…I told Stacey" Angela's voice was weak and she sounded scared.
I felt my heart twitch for her but I still felt pissed about her telling Tim I knew where she was. Why drag me into it? She wasn't my responsibility, I couldn't tell her what to do, even if I often wanted to.
"Goddamnit Angie! I don't give a shit what she knows!" Tim sounded dangerously close to losing his temper with her.
"Why the hell do ya care so much all of a sudden Tim! You've never cared before!" Angela had mustered up some courage and was now really pissed.
A loud smack was heard and then it all fell silent, the laughter and howling in the living room seemed far away, just a weak noise in the distance. I could hear my own sharp and shuddering intake of air.
Angela came running out the kitchen and passed me on the stairs, her right hand pressed firmly to her left cheek. I watched her run of still too shocked to realize what had happened.
"Angie!" Tim called out, his voice still calm and cold but underneath it I heard regret and even fear.
Angela didn't stop and when I turned from watching her back as she ran up the stairs and continued down the hall, my eyes fell on Tim. He was standing in the kitchen doorway, his eyes firmly fixed on mine.
As my eyes focused on his cold, flashing ones I felt all his regret and anger fill me up inside. I felt totally cold and emotionless, a small flicker of hurt and worry at the pit of my stomach. Tim held my gaze firmly as he clenched and unclenched his right hand.
I blinked confused about all the feelings in my heart that wasn't my own and when I opened my eyes again Tim had his back against me and was walking away.
Lying in Curly's small bed later that night I tried to listen to his soft snoring, willing myself to sleep but my ears didn't obey me. Instead I kept listening to the weak sounds of moaning and giggles that was heard from Tim's room. He probably had that brown haired girl in there. At least his night seemed to end well I thought bitterly, wondering if Angel was sleeping.
Poor girl must be really sad, perhaps even shocked. I didn't know if hitting her was something that Tim had a habit of doing but to me he seemed as hurt and shocked as Angel about the whole thing. I felt sorry for both of them, sorry for Angela's hurt and Tim's regret.
My thoughts of their troubles were gradually replaced with images of Tim, his stormy grey eyes and almost sinister smirk. Seeing him in my head so clearly, that worrying feeling in the pit of my stomach that he had passed onto me grew bigger.