I needed to work. I needed to drown out Katrina's words that still echoed in my head. I walked down the back hallway of Whit's End to the computer room. The light was on. 'Good. Mr. Whittaker is here. I can talk to him.' I opened the door, and walked into the dim, lamp lit room.
"Mr. Whittaker?! Oh. Miss Carter."
She was sitting at one of the computers, working our new inventory program from the look of it. I was glad she was there. I didn't know why, but I was. She didn't have her hair in her normal side French braid. Instead, it flowed over her shoulders in loose curls. I subconsciously admitted she was gorgeous.
"Oh. Hi Eugene," she sniffed. Crying? A stinging sensation invaded my heart. "If you have to work, I can leave," She sniffed.
"No!" I swallowed hard, retraining my obvious desperation. "No. You don't need to. Um, why are you crying?"
"Oh. It's nothing really. I just had a- less than enjoyable conversation with my foster parents." My stomach did a flip at the sentence.
"F-foster parents? I wasn't aware you- "
"Was a foster kid? Yeah." She sighed. "But the people I lived with before I moved out are the- overreacting kind. They didn't want me to move here. They said it was a waste."
"Of your potential?" I asked, pulling up a chair. I didn't know why, but I had to be closer to her. She nodded.
"I understand." I said, quietly.
"You do?"
I nodded. "Not completely. But, I grew up in foster care as well, and when I was older, my birth father didn't feel like I was meeting my full potential."
Why am I sharing so much? I usually hate talking about- the past. Why am I suddenly a host to the memories of my past?!
"I'm sorry. I know it's hard." Her hand was suddenly on mine. I tried to ignore it- to treat it as purely platonic. But the action sent chills up my arm anyway.
"It was. Sometimes it still is." I locked eyes with her. 'What is this? Sexual desire?' The kind I hadn't felt for Katrina in a long time. Another tear fell down Renee's cheek. I was suddenly brushing it away. And then my hand was in her hair.
"Get back at her!" My mind suddenly shouted at me. And I broke. Renee's lips pressed into mine, and I returned with equal affection. Half of me said to stop, the other half said stopping was impossible. And I didn't. We went further. More. More. More. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop.
"Revenge" Echoed in my brain. Somehow, we ended up in the guest bedroom that Mr. Whittaker had reserved for hiding or homeless guests.
We were both topless when-

"EUGENE." Connie. Renee covered herself. I backed into the wall.
"Connie." I struggled breathe. She was speechless. She didn't say anything at first. What could she say? Then her eyes filled with tears.
"How could you?" She ran out.
I was trapped.
I wanted to hide.
I wanted to leave.
I redressed myself as quickly as possible. Not looking at or talking to Renee before running out of the room. If I can bribe her! Beg her not to tell!
"Connie! Connie, wait!" She turned around. Her face was stained with tears.
"What?" Anger.
"I wanted to apologize."
"A-apologize? Apologize to me? I can't believe you. I honestly cannot believe you."
"It wasn't what it looked like!"
"Really? Because it looked an awful like you were cheating on Katrina. You remember Katrina, Eugene. Blond hair, silver eyes, YOUR WIFE!"
"It- We're not- you can't tell her!"
"I don't want to tell her."
I released a breath.
"Thank you."
"But I will anyway." She turned around and started walking away.
I grabbed her shoulder.
"Miss Kendall- Connie, please."
She looked into my eyes. Hurt. "Don't touch me." She pushed away and ran down the stairs."
That was it. It would all be over. Everything.