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Chapter 3

Kendall's POV

I quickly released the water I collected and grabbed the wash basin to steady myself which only resulted in more drops falling on to it. I slowly raised my head to look at myself in the mirror. I froze unable to think what to do. Blood drops were flowing out from my nostrils, meeting my lips and then falling on to the wash basin.

Suddenly I heard something metal fall onto the ground near me, scaring the shit out of me. I turned my head towards the door to see Katie standing at the doorway. She was also frozen on the spot with her eyes opened wide and lips parted.

"Katie," I didn't know how the word left my lips.

Katie blinked twice before turning around and screaming, "Mom!"

I rushed to her and slapped my hand across her mouth moving the other to her hip to stop both of us stumbling to the ground. "Don't," I breathed. Last night mom looked so tired, so I didn't want her sleep to have any disturbances. This might be the first time that this is happening to me but I didn't want to bother mom. I was so positive that I could handle this. The burden I already caused her was enough.

Katie removed my hand from her mouth and whined, "But you are bleeding Kendall. A lot."

"I know," I breathed again nodding.

I washed under my nose. I grabbed a face towel and placed it under my nose, pressing it hard to stop the bleeding.

"Keeping some ice might help," Katie whispered not even sure of that herself.

I nodded and we both climbed down the stairs and went into the kitchen. I sat on the counter while she walked to the refrigerator. I watched how her hands shook as she grabbed an ice pack from the fridge. I don't blame her for that cause even I was scared like hell right now although I acted like it was nothing much. Even at eleven years of age Katie was a strong person, so it pained me so much to see her like this.

She handed over the ice pack to me and sat next to me on the counter. I replaced the face towel with the ice pack and put it in the trash can which was next to the counter. Her eyes were all over the place but not on me. She had folded her hands together but still I could see them shaking. I extended my free arm towards her grabbing her right hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Katie?"

"Hmmm," she said, now her eyes focusing on the ground.

"Look at me."

After hesitating for a few seconds she turned her head towards me. I saw that her nose was slowly turning red as she tried her best to keep herself from crying.

"Relax baby sister. It's nothing serious. I'm going to be alright." Words flowed out of my frozen lips. Although I said it to her, I felt that it was to reassure myself more than her.

She gulped hard and nodded, her eyes returning back to floor.

"Why did you wake up?" I voiced the question that was in my mind for a few minutes.

"Well I was playing this game that I got addicted to recently when I heard a door slamming. I thought it might be some kind of a thief. So I grabbed the first thing I found, which is by the way the metal lamp, and came to have a look."

I was surprised and proud at the same time. Any other teenager wouldn't have done what Katie did. They wouldn't have the courage to go look for a thief alone.

"I was the one who slammed the door," I explained.

"Yeah, I figured."

"I woke up to this uncomfortable feeling within me." I felt the urge to relate to her. "Then I wanted to throw up. That's where I slammed the door open and that's when I saw this." I gestured towards my nose.

She nodded a little before asking, "So did you throw up?"

"Yeah, three times." I made an attempt to act surprised but failed at it. She was surprised at first, but then went back to her depressed mood within seconds.

"You hungry?" She asked getting off the counter.

"Kind of," I said honestly. I still felt some weird feeling inside my stomach but I didn't know if it's hunger or not.

She opened the fridge and took some ingredients out. She made two sandwiches, one for me and one for her, and handed over mine. During the whole process none of us talked, not even a single word which was totally new to us cause whenever we were together we never shut our mouths. We could have a conversation about everything and nothing.

I took off the ice pack and found that it has stopped bleeding. I kept it aside and started on my sandwich. After eating we both went to bed deciding not to tell mom about what had happened. I went to my bedroom and stretched on my bed letting sleep take over me.

I was woken up from the sound of my mom screaming my name and shaking me vigorously. I slowly opened my eyes wiping sleep away to see my mom sitting down on my bed next to me with a panicked look on her face. Tears were streaming down her face and she was pursing her lips to stifle the sobs that were trying to escape through them.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked getting on to a sitting position. I was also starting to get panicked.

"How are you feeling?" She rushed through the words, her voice cracking in the middle.

"Nothing unfamiliar," I answered confused.

I saw Katie standing at the doorway. Unlike mom's, her face was filled with shock. Just like last night. Wait, last night! Then it struck me. I immediately lifted my hand and felt the area under my nose, above the upper lip. As suspected I felt some liquid on my fingers and I brought them in front of my eyes to see that they were red. I looked down to see a large red patch on my pillow and few smaller ones on my white tank top.

"Honey?" asked mom. After I nodded she continued, "Put something on. I already called a taxi." Surprisingly she sounded so calm and collected. I guess she was getting a hold of this.

I put on a clean denim and a T-shirt and went downstairs to wait for the taxi. When it came we drove straight to the hospital, me holding a paper towel to my nose the whole journey. On the way Katie told mom what happened in the early morning and her reply was just a nod. Not even a scolding glare.

Just as we entered the hospital I was taken into the emergency room. A few doctors and nurses surrounded me, attaching me to various equipment and machines. One of the doctors asked me a few questions like when did something like this last happened, what are the medicines that I'm currently taking etc. and when I opened my mouth to answer they told me not to talk. So I nodded my head Yeses and Nos to their questions. Then the next thing I knew was that I was blacking out.

James' POV

I've kept a look out everywhere since the morning but I didn't see him. Even remembering him made my blood to boil. He's going to pay for what he did. I thought about yesterday, slowly rubbing the corner of my lip with right hand. I wanted to see him break into pieces in front of me for what he did. Maybe he was a coward after all. Or else why would he stay at home today. A small triumphant smile crept into my lips. That meant he is actually scared of me. This made my work easier.

Suddenly I felt something soft press against my lips. I jerked my head to see Jo standing next to me smiling. "Thinking about me?"

"Of course," I returned her smile but flirtier than hers. I pulled her down on to the chair next to me before taking her face in my hands and pressing my lips to her's. I put more force than necessary. This felt good as it made me forget about that jackass. Then slowly the kiss started to get needy and sloppy and I pushed my right hand to her waist leaving my left hand on her face to keep her head in place.

"Gross guys!" I heard a gagging sound from Carlos. "I'm trying to eat here."

I pulled away rolling my eyes. "Happy now?"

"Much better," He smiled taking a mouth full of his hamburger.

"What are you doing tonight?" asked Jo twirling a strand of her blonde hair.

"Nothing special planned. Why what's up?"

"My parents are attending some conference tonight. Wanna come over?"

I looked at her. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief. Is she serious? It was true that we agreed to take it slow. But now looking at her, I felt that she needed to break that agreement. I slowly considered my options and finally decided that going to her house would be a thousand times better than going home.

"Sure babe." I winked at her, thinking that it might be what she needed.

Her lips lifted up and curled into a huge grin. "Then I'll see you later." She pecked my lips once more and left.

"I don't think it's a good idea." Carlos mumbled through his food filled mouth when Jo was out of sight.

"It's better than going home." I whispered so only he can hear. I watched as his face fell and he slightly nodded his head. Carlos was about to say something when we were interrupted.

"Guess who's gonna get laid tonight." said Dak, one of my teammates, to Jett, another one of my teammates, as he joined us at the table.

I rolled my eyes. Like it was a big deal. All of us in the hockey team can get laid pretty easily. There are a crowd of girls and a bunch of guys who would do anything to sleep with someone from the team.

Ignoring the stupid comments and laughter of my teammates, I let my eyes roam around the cafeteria to find him. But he wasn't here. I wondered what has happened to him for him to cut school.

Fear

My brain answered for me and I smiled getting a little lighthearted.

I noticed that Carlos was texting someone, which was weird because he always switch off his phone at lunch so that it won't disturb him on his favorite time of the day. I narrowed my eyes and focused them on to his screen to see who he was texting with, but before I could get a good look he put the phone into his pocket and cleared his throat.

"Guys, I'm going. I have some stuff left to finish in my project."

I looked at him disbelievingly as he made his way out of the cafeteria. Yesterday at the rink he told me he handed over the project. So what was this about? I stood up and walked out ignoring the calling of my teammates. At the door I saw Carlos walking towards the lockers and followed him.

He walked some distance and stopped in front of a locker that a short dark haired guy was leaning against. They fist bumped and started their conversation. I leaned closer so I could see who Carlos was talking to. When I saw him my mouth fell open.

Logan

Why in the world is he talking to him? How do they even know each other?

I leaned closer so I could hear what they were talking about.

"How did you know?" asked Carlos.

"Kendall told me."

Carlos smiled in reply.

"He was lucky you were there or else James would have beaten him to death." Logan said gratefully.

I scowled. He made it sound like I'm a murderer.

"Does he go there often?"

"Yeah, every day after school. He loves to see others play hockey." answered Logan.

I tuned out the rest of their conversation as a light bulb lit in my head. Carlos told me he had a partner for the project. So he must be Logan. Carlos has never met Kendall but he knows him cause of Logan. That was why he bailed him out yesterday. But none of this mattered as much as the last few words that came out of Logan's mouth. Kendall goes to rink every day after school.

I smiled evilly as I walked away formulating a revenge plan in my head.