SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 213

- KATE -

I’m itching to figure something out but I can’t decipher what it is.

That lady has not gotten back to me yet. I have no way to reach her and I have no clue on anything but I can’t help but replay the incident that unfolded between us on Monday versus what happened on Wednesday in my mind.

It reoccurs like a bad dream. Like an endless loop of hell that I’m trapped in and by my own doing.

My fingers run through my hair, scratching the life out of my scalp till I feel it hurt but I don’t stop. I don’t want to accept that whatever happened today was just a coincidence but there is nothing hinting that it wasn’t. I think I’m about to go insane.

Is this called ptsd from the trauma of staying so long within the enclosed walls of my home? I don’t know. I can’t tell. I’d hate to think that I’m part reason why Hazel ended up the way she is. I don’t know what to think.

I wish there was a way I could reach her. If there was, I would be all the happier. At least maybe then I’d be able to ask meaningful questions to stop me from running insane.

A double tap on a glass diverts my attention. My heart skips a beat as I turn around, tracing the sound to discover it came from the window. It is so late at night, no one in their right state of mind will meet someone by a window. And certainly not through a window when there’s a door. Maybe it’s just rustling tree branches or the wind playing mind games with me. After all, the inn I’m spending the night in has a lot of well taken care of trees.

My hand falls down from my head as I stare at my reflection in the window. My hair is roughened and I look like everything I had been so desperately trying not to be.

The tap on the window makes me jerk this time as a shadowy form gets outlined from outside. I can feel my heart beat faster in my chest at this. I should call for room service or security to get this person out of here.

When I was about to turn, a mini paper board in the hand of the person caught my attention.

I squint, trying to read what was scribbled on the board which is now pressed against the window. It says; Don’t be afraid.

I swallow. I have every reason to be afraid. From what I am see, whoever is out there is covered from head to toe with an all black attire. The only thing very visible to me are the eyes which are the only body part exposed. I cannot even tell if that person outside is a male or female.

The board is flipped over and I lean my head to the window to read what it says; I have something to give to you.

I swallow. No way in hell am I stupid enough to leave my window wide open for a stranger who looks as dangerous as he or she does just because of a written note on a board. I may look it but I am not stupid. I shake my head, walking backwards. The person raises something up.

I stare at the hand carefully. It’s a letter. Stuck between the person’s fingers is a small envelope containing what I assume to be a letter. I swallow.

This still won’t lure me into opening the window and I think the person is well aware because I watch him or her stick the letter through the bottom part of the window.

Now the person is gone. I let out a breath of relief. I cannot deny that I want to see the content in that letter but I won’t try to take it yet.

Not when I’m not so certain that this human is not a dangerous person and has not fully gone. I’ll give it an hour or two. By then, I will be courageous enough. I sigh.

I’m still looking out the window. I wonder what’s inside that envelope. I wonder if it’s from the lady that’s been invading my thoughts all night. I swallow.

Soon enough, if breeze does not blow the envelope away, I’ll check that thing out. I do hope it contains the answers I’ve been hurting my scalp for. Especially answers regarding Killian.