Chapter 10

Tim

They'd been going steady for almost two weeks. Kim was ignoring me all together and I was falling apart. Everywhere she went he was there. They followed each other and every look was filled with love, enough to make me sick! I was falling apart without Kim, I couldn't go on.

Kim

I'd finally convinced Jared to let me go and change before this month's bonfire. I was so happy I'd been floating on cloud nine for the past few weeks. He was never leaving me. He'd be here forever we'd probably get married and have children…wow! Slow down girl. Way to soon to be thinking about all of that. It was probably a lot better to take it slow.

For the first couple of days after I'd learnt Jared's secret I'd been so scared of the rest of the pack. I'd hid behind Jared the entire time when I was introduced. Sam, like everyone else was huge, and often appeared angry and had that very strict father look about him. Paul, nice, but would snap at you if you set him off. Jacob, I didn't really know, he seemed nice and friendly but it looked like he didn't want to be there. Embry was sweet. Quil was a joke. Seth was the only one I could relax around he was nice friendly and almost…dare I say human.

I smile to my self as I climbed up the stairs of my apartment. This was the happiest I had ever been in my life. If my brother hadn't run off he probably would've given me 'The Talk' but now I was free. I slid the key into the lock jangling them a bit, a habit I'd picked up in fourth grade. I opened the door and skipped to my room. I took the shortest shower in history, did my make up and got dressed.

When I was halfway out the door, I couldn't remember if I had turned off the oven or not. I opened the door to the kitchen and knew that something was wrong. The lights were off and there was a slow dripping sound. I had not been in the kitchen today nor had I left the sink running. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see a chair had been moved and there was large object that should not have been where it was. With every ounce of bravery I contained I flipped on the lights. The light switch was wet and sticky. The room filled with brightness and I looked down at my…blood stained hand. As saw what was in front of me every scream I could ever contain in my body escaped.

I couldn't look away. I backed up my head hitting the wall hard. Screaming as loud as I possibly could. None of this made sense, the pool of blood on the floor, the chair, the rope and the body. Tim wouldn't hang himself. He couldn't. But he had. He was dead and probably had been for several hours, my best friend, enemy no more, gone forever.

I forced my self, crawling around the corner on numb knees that weighed a million pounds. My hands were white and shaking. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't forget the scene in the next room. Should I call 911 or Jared? Jared, I decided. He was my 911. I must've tried 15 times before I could hold my phone with almost steady hands. Thank god all I had to do to dial Jared was click enter on my contact list.

"Kim?" He answered instantly, as always on the first ring. The only thing that escaped my mouth was half strangled sobs.

"Kim what's going on?" he cried with panic in every word.

"I'll be there in a few seconds. Don't move!" That wouldn't be a problem I already felt as though I was nailed to the floor. I caught a look at myself in a mirror and stared at the half crazed person. She was white, well almost white. Her hair was tangled and tears stained her face horror was etched out on her face.

Knock! Knock! Jared banged on the door but I couldn't move. He finally just opened the door and found me lying on the floor.

"Kim? Are you alright?" I started to bawl again. I wondered idly how long I could keep crying. He rocked me back and forth the action was calming but it didn't help much not in this situation.

"J-J-J," was all I could get out of my mouth.

"Shush, it's okay. What is it Kim. Just try to say it slowly, breathe."

"K-k-kitchen," I feebly pointed to the door. As he stood up he tried to take me with him. I knew it was because he didn't want me to feel alone but I couldn't see that again. I shook violently and a look of wonder crossed his face.

Jared's own face paled at the sight of Tim hung in the kitchen. But the body didn't hold his attention for very long. He quickly went back to me and held me almost too tight.

"Kim…we need to call the police." I just nodded not trusting my own voice. But inside me there was not only terror, fear and loss there was also guilt a whole lot of dark disgusting guilt. I'd done this I'd pushed Tim over the edge. How could I be with Jared if I knew that was what had killed my best friend?