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Chapter 4 – Trapped

I don't know how long I stood there, watching the damn white door.Guess a long time since at some point I couldn't decipher the dirt's smudges anymore.
All I could see was the whiteness of the door and it was giving me a serious headache.

- "So you think you love me?" her voice is barely a whisper.

Taking a deep breath, I finally turn around to face her. Her face is turned towards me, eyes shining with unshed tears.My heart breaks at this sight, the joy of seeing her balanced by the pain I cause her.
- "Real smooth Duncan" I chastise myself.

Hesitantly I approach her, hands clasped tightly. I stand a foot from the bed, unwilling to get too close. Looking up, she studies me closely before going on in a hushed voice.

- "I … I didn't know Bree … I had no idea that … I mean … I'm sorry I …"

I raise a shaky hand to silence her.

- "Don't Kelly, don't you dare apologizing to me. I'm at fault here, I shouldn't have"
- "I'm glad you did", she whispers in a shaky voice.
- "You what?" I babble.
- "Look Bree I'm not saying that you'd the right to do this but …" she sighs heavily, trying to gather her thoughts.
"Why now?" she finally asks.

From the tone of her voice, looks like this is what is bothering her.
Told you this letter wasn't a right thing to do.
And I've no idea as how I'll get myself out of this mess. Maybe I'd do what I do best: run.

Kelly must have sensed my inner struggle as she grabs my hands with hers that isn't plugged with an IV.
Beautiful, caring and smart, that's my Kelly.

Looking down at our joined hands, I lay a comforting hand on her forehead, caressing her smoothly, taking the time to ponder my next move.
I'm torn between being honest and tell her the plain truth and trying to save what may remain of our friendship.
But I can't do the latter; I've too much respect for her. And, when I hide the letter under her pillow, I already made my decision: truth whatever the cost.

- "You scared the shit out of me Kelly. When Kris called me, when I saw you lying there, I thought I had lost you. But you fought hard and pulled through. Guess part of me didn't want to go without you knowing I was there, I didn't want you to think I didn't come after Kris' call, that I didn't care. I being there would have made no sense if I didn't tell you the whole truth behind my hiding", I stop, short of breath, hoping I was clear enough.

I don't dare looking up at her and I realize that sometimes during my speech, her hand ended up cradled in both of mine. She doesn't seem to mind since she hasn't jerked it away.

For a long time, neither of us speaks. Maybe she fell back asleep.
Part of me wishes she did, so she could put all this on the account of a dream, well nightmare; the other part doesn't so that we'd settle this. That way I'd head back to NY, never look back, and mend my broken heart.

Well it was already broken years ago, I'm used to it.

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