I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part eleven

— And so, we are where we wanted to be. — Stu's niece sat down on a chair and turned her head sharply towards the door when she heard the click of the lock. — Are you closing the door?

— Yes. — Amber shrugged casually and came closer to her girlfriend with a smile on her lips. — We don't want anyone to interrupt our important conversation, do we? You have something to say, and so do I. So that...

Murphy looked uncertainly at Freeman, hearing the strange voice she used to say this. — Uh, yes, of course. — She tensed and stretched out as the girl sat on her lap, placing her legs at her sides.

— I've missed you. — Amber pouted, bringing her face as close to Katherine's as the pose would allow. — As I predicted, with Samantha's arrival, our relationship has become colder.

The brunette weightlessly put her hands on her girlfriend's waist, a feeling of guilt swept over her body again at the memory of how deliciously Sam's lips felt on her own. She shouldn't have felt so good kissing someone who wasn't her current date, but she was.

Freeman tried to kiss Murphy, but she, being not smooth at all, abruptly pushed her head back and their lips did not touch.

Katherine felt that if she kissed Amber, she would somehow betray Samantha, which made no sense at all, because they were not together as lovers, but this feeling was still present in the body of the dark-haired girl.

— What's the matter with you? — Freeman exclaimed in a tearful voice, getting up from her knees. She threw up her hands, standing in front of the chair where her girlfriend was sitting.

— That's what I wanted to talk about. — Murphy sighed heavily and leaned back in her chair. It's time to reveal her infidelity and get the scandal, screams, and maybe even punches she deserves. She will accept everything, because she believes that she deserved to be mistreated by committing such a vile act. — I did something. You know, after escaping death from the knife of the Ghostface.

— In the hospital? — Amber clarified, meaning that Katherine was able to escape death at the hands of the Ghostface twice.

— Yes. Tara lost consciousness and was taken away by doctors to re-treat her wounds, and Sam and I were left alone, well, as much as possible in our situation. — Murphy clenched her fists. She should feel disgusted and guilty at the mere memory of kissing the elder Carpenter, but it never came. There was only pleasure and awe. — I kissed her. I liked it.

Freeman blinked a few times, as if she had not yet understood the meaning of the words spoken, then quickly turned away, waving her gorgeous hair, and walked away from the other brunette a few steps. She shook her head and covered her face with her hands.

— She really ruined everything, like I said, didn't she?

— I know what I did was wrong and mean. That's why I'm telling you this, to be honest with you. I really understand how you're feeling right now. — Katherine mentally slapped herself on the back of the head. She did not want to throw off some of the guilt in this way, reminding her ex-girlfriend that she was not the only one who was unfaithful in their relationship. — And I'm really sorry if I hurt you.

Freeman shook her head dejectedly, still standing with her back to Murphy.

The former redhead took one small step towards the brunette, raising her open palms to chest level, as if she was approaching an angry, unpredictable wild animal, and not her ex-girlfriend, whom she had hurt.

— You've already decided everything. — Amber said in a low voice, turning her head slightly in the direction of Katherine, who nodded briefly, looking down. Her whole farce of being a "real Macher" now seemed like an idiotic idea. — Can you... hug me? For the last time?

Murphy swallowed back tears at the broken, disoriented voice of her ex-girlfriend, and immediately nodded when she heard her words.

— Yes, of course. Anything.

The brunette went up to another dark-haired girl and hugged her, gently grabbing her shoulders, and not as before, her neck, waist or hips. After all, they just broke up, breaking personal boundaries sounds like a bad decision in their situation. In general, in any situation, it's not cool.

— Can you do something else for me? — Amber asked again, sliding her hands over her ex-girlfriend's waist with a practiced movement, leaving her palms with fingers spread out on her lower back.

She brought her face close to the now dark-haired girl's ear and kissed the skin underneath, consciously trying to relax it as much as possible.

— Of course. — Katherine nodded, closing her eyes, enjoying the last seconds of the innocence and peace that Freeman had previously given her with her mere presence, touch.

Now Samantha Carpenter was the safest, most familiar haven for her.

— Don't scream.

A moment later, one palm, which had been lying on her back, pressed against Murphy's mouth, and there was a sharp pain in the area of her stomach. The painful scream was drowned out by the brunette's palm, which pressed even more tightly to the lips of the former redhead.