Chapter Thirty-Eight

Last Night

I own nothing except Melissa, Kate, and any other OC's that I create. I don't own the title of this chapter either; it belongs to Diddy and Keisha Cole.

This probably is a very boring chapter and I'm sorry for that...I needed to fill something before next chapter, though. XD

Will had hardly slept last night. Did he even sleep for half an hours? Did he sleep at all? How was it possible to? It seemed all he thought about last night was seeing Kate with Jack, him kissing her...and she was shirtless.

Last night Will had heard the door open and close to the basement. He thought he heard someone talking, then gave it a minute. He thought he heard talking again, and probably would have kept his distance unless he had checked Kate's room, where there was no sign of her. That's when he knew what she was doing. It had all started making sense then.

And that's when he went downstairs and saw them together.

Will was now at the breakfast bar, sitting in silence. He was so hurt. It was a hundred times worse that seeing Elizabeth kiss that man. Why did it hurt worse if he had known Kate for but two weeks? Did he really love her that much more?

He was playing with a pink sugar packet, bending the flap back and forth. He felt like he couldn't feel anything. Will was right back to where he was two weeks ago.

"I said, are you alright?" Melissa asked, finally putting her hand on the sugar packet that he was playing with.

Will looked at Melissa. He didn't know that she was there. How many times had she attempted to get his attention?

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

There was silence between the two of them. Will didn't know whether or not to tell Melissa about last night. She had a right to know, and she'd find out eventually.

"Did you hear Kate and I arguing last night?" he asked, his eyes still on the packet.

"No," Melissa said. "What happened?"

"It was Jack...They were...downstairs. They almost, um...made love."

Will looked up to see Melissa's blue eyes getting teary. Her upper lip started to tremble. "What?" she breathed.

"I saw them together," he added softly. "They didn't, though."

It wasn't long before Melissa let a tear roll down her cheek, then another, then another, until it was like a floodgate had opened.

"Will!" she said, hugging him, crying into his shoulder.

He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair. "I know. I can't believe it, either."

"Y-Yesterday," she said, breaking away and wiping her eyes with a napkin, "I...I saw Kate's blog. I read it. It said that she was in love with Jack. I-I was going to tell you, but I was too...shocked."

Will wasn't angry that Melissa hadn't told him. She was just protecting him. He would have done the same.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "I mean...it must have been hard to see that."

he thought.

"I'm alright if you're doing alright."

"I'm not doing alright," she whispered.

"Then I suppose I'm not doing alright, either."

The name "Katherine" was of English origin. It meant "pure." It was a name both of her parents loved, and they decided to give the name of purity to their daughter.

Her life was mapped out before she was even born. "Pure" was practically written across her forehead – another thing that gave her no freedom.

How ironic.

Kate's head and eyes hurt. She still couldn't believe what she had done last night. Could she really have been that stupid to betray Will like that? She would have done anything to redo it. She would never have seen Jack last night, regardless if Will would catch them or not. She had hurt Will, that much was obvious.

How could she apologize to him? Keep repeating that she was sorry? No, he wouldn't believe that probably, even if she did mean it, which she did. Maybe she should just do what Will told her to do and go back to Jack. But she didn't want to do that. She loved Will so, so much.

"What made you do it, Elizabeth?!"

He wasn't over her.

Melissa walked to the downstairs to see Jack. He was sitting on the bed, shaking something, then he looked up at Melissa.

"Jack," she said softly. Did this man really betray her like this? Did he even ever love her?

"Ah, mornin', love!" Jack said, a smile on his face. He got up and hid whatever he was shaking in his pocket. "Beautiful day, i'n'it?"

Melissa slapped Jack across the face. "What were you thinking?!"

"I'm not so sure I deserved that," Jack said, touching his cheek.

"Oh, you deserved it!" she yelled. "What is wrong with you?! You almost slept with Kate!"

"No, I didn't," Jack said. "Who'd ya 'ear that from?"

"See, you lied me to me! How often did you lie to me, Jack?"

"What?"

"Will told me all about last night! How long have you been lusting her?"

"Love," Jack chuckled.

"What is so funny?!" she snapped.

Jack cleared his throat.

"We're through," Melissa said. "If you want another one of your whores, go bed Kate."

"Melissa, love, let's talk about this–"

"There's nothing to talk about. You and I are done."

Melissa was spent. She didn't want to fight anymore. She just wanted to go into a dark cave and curl up and not think about why her former best friend, Kate, had suddenly become the town bicycle and why she had fallen prey into Jack's trap of love, only to get hurt trying to come out of it.

Will had everything packed neatly by the sofa-bed, which he now sat on. Kate had quietly said that they were leaving in an hour. She didn't meet anyone's eyes, which he felt that was right. She should feel bad about what she did.

Will still felt empty. He hadn't said a thing since he talked to Melissa that morning. He had no one to talk to. Melissa was in her room packing, too, but he occasionally heard sniffling.

Just yesterday he was in love with Kate. Even twelve hours ago he was. But that kiss between her and Jack ruined everything, just like it had with him and Elizabeth.

Was it wrong of him to call her Elizabeth? Well, it was an accident. He didn't mean to, but he wasn't about to apologize for that when she had yet to apologize for what she did last night.

Will stood up and went to the medicine cabinet. He took the bottle of Advil, closed the cabinet, and tucked it into his packet.

No one talked to each other the two hours left at the cabin. Everyone was angry at someone more than another one. They had left earlier than thought. Everyone was in the car and silent at noon.

Kate was in the drivers seat, and Jack, being the idiot that he was, sat in the passenger's seat. Will and Melissa sat in the back, each looking out their window. Jack was the only talking.

"Y'know," he said, "I think we could all solve this with a bottle o' rum. What say you t' that?"

No one answered.

"I say we all talk out our problems now. Kate, you have strong sexual desires that young William the eunuch cannot fulfill, rightfully so. So ye came t' me last night–"

"Oh, shut up!" everyone said at once.

The car was quiet once again. Kate kept looking at Will through the rearview mirror, but he wouldn't give her the time of day.

I deserve that, she thought sadly.

"Give me the compass, Jack," Kate said, putting her hand out.

"Ah, well this should be a fun one t' see!" Jack said smiling.

Kate narrowed her eyes. "You just don't know when to shut up, do you?"

"I do, I just choose not to exercise that knowledge, love." He placed the compass in her hand and peered over the compass.

Kate waited until she was at a stoplight to open it. The needle pointed to a curly-haired figure, his brown eyes looking out at the landscape, paying no attention to the girl holding the compass.

"I guess your compass isn't broken anymore, Jack," she said, looking at Will in the mirror. Their eyes met for but a brief moment, but she couldn't stand the undescribable look in his eyes that she quickly looked away and handed it back to Jack. Did Will know that the compass was pointing to him? Would he even believe her?

Kate realized that today was Father's Day. She had never gotten anything for her dad, but it turned out that she didn't need to. He got his wish: Kate and Will were done.

The compass wasn't pointing to Jack. He had seen that for himself. It was pointing to The Whelp.

The lass couldn't make up her mind! One minute she was about to hop into bed with Jack, and the next minute, she's begging for forgiveness from Will and having the compass point to him.

Now...where did Jack's heart (not that he really had much of one right now) lie? He flipped open the compass.

Kate...there was always ravishing Kate, who, if things didn't work out between her and dear William, would probably be back with him in an instant.

Then there was Melissa, who actually made him feel bad after that little rant of her's this morning. Maybe he was wrong to try to bed Kate. She did belong to William, after all. Who did he think he was?

That's right: Captain Jack Sparrow.

He saw the needle waver from Kate to Melissa, then back to Kate, then to Melissa. Neither looked too happy. Melissa's head was on the window, looking sadly out at the world, and Kate, frankly, looked pissed off.

Jack slowly put his compass back in his pocket.

Melissa's Blog Entry

Kate just said we're leaving the cabin in an hour. I can't stand her! I hate her! Alright, I said it. She's a boyfriend stealer! I hope she's happy, because Jack and I are done. There. She can go have her one night stand, too! She's a relationship wrecker! A cheater! The other woman! A thing on the side! A whore! A slut! There, it's out.

Love,

Melissa Rose

Kate's Blog Entry

God, I'm miserable now. All I can think about is Will and how I hurt him. I love him.

Q: If you loved him, then why did you do this?

A: Because I'm an idiot. Melissa's right. I'm everything like Elizabeth. I don't know why I did it. I just miss Will and want him back.

Q: What would you do to get him back?

A: Why are you sounding like Tia Dalma?! Wait...I'm sounding like Tia Dalma. God, I'm losing it!

Q: Answer the question! What would you do to get him back?

A: I'd say I'm sorry. There's nothing else that I can do, right? I could say that I accept the consequences of my actions, I guess...

Q: Would you go to world's end for him?

A: Oh, shut up! You're purposely doing this to remind me of Jack!! And now you...wait, I'm talking like my father!

Why do I keep having conversations with myself? And why in the hell do I keep losing? Because I'm going crazy, that's why!

XOXO,

Kate