Mistaken Indentity
"Tom?" What the hell?
Kate was still staring straight at him, eyes wide, and unseeing." Tom?" Her eyes widened in recognition. " Tom? It is you!" She didn't think twice about flinging herself into Jack's arms, sobbing.
Oh shit. She was hallucinating. Jack wasn't worried, he knew it would pass, but most of all, it hurt. It hurt to know that Kate would never be doing this if she knew who she was talking to. Who, who was this Tom who Kate felt she could trust so much? Jack's thoughts were broken off by the sound of Kates sobbing into his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." Kate had completely broken down. Jack just didn't know what to do. No med school training could have prepared him for this.
"Kate, Kate?" Jacks hold around her tightened, as her sobbing increased. "Kate, look at me." She did, her deep green eyes lined with unshed tears. It felt was if she could see straight through him. " What are you sorry for?"
Kate looked at him incredulously. "You don't know?" Her voice cracked, you could hear the pain in every syllable.
"I killed him."
"I killed him." Jack winced even as the words cut through the air. He had always known she had done something, something to deserve being deported . Even so, hearing it from her finally made it seem real.
Kate pulled away from him, as the flood of tears streamed down her face. Jack could see the pain etched across her face, the regret, the wish that she could have just walked away. She wasn't a cold blooded murderer. She didn't have the heart for it.
"Kate?" Jack tried to pull her close to him again, but she shrank away. She rushed out of the door with Jack hot on her heels, and sprinted blindly into the bathroom. The door slammed shut just as he reached it, and all he could do was bang frustratedly on the door. He could hear Kate slide to the bathroom floor, her back against the wall.
Hola amigos!
Sorry this has been so late in updating, and yes, I know my chapters are still very short. I thought that this would be a brilliant idea in the beginning , and only then did I realise how hard it would be to write.
But, I am posting the next chapter approximately 1 hour after this is up, and nothing, I repeat nothing can tear me away from my laptop - not earthquakes, hurricanes, or even Christiano Ronaldo walking round my house with a big KICK ME sign on his back.
Sorry, got a bit carried away, but you get the idea.
Till Then,
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