Chapter 39: Kat

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The song above had me in tears the first time I heard it and thought of Kat thinking of Blake. Give it a listen. Her pain is well represented in this song. "I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved..."


Kat

The next morning, Layla's mom made a breakfast feast big enough to feed an entire fucking football team. Fruits, Crepes, Eggs, Turkey patties- You name it, she cooked it.

Charlotte scooped so many blueberry crepes in her mouth, her lips were stained blue and her cheeks still stuffed with filling. But she was smiling. Layla helped her father wash dishes off in the sink and made soft conversation between them.

The day was bright and new. The Montez household was a buzz of energy and even the birds outside their kitchen window seemed to have gotten the message that today was supposed to be a good day. Their songs carried through the walls and filled the room with their melodies.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating tiny dust particles floating in the air as well as the happiness dotted in Charlotte's eyes as she sat across the table from me.

As long as she was happy, then I could at least tell myself I hadn't fucked everything up.

"You've barely touched your plate. You don't like it?"

Looking up, I locked eyes with Layla's mother who'd never looked at with such kindness in her eyes as she did this morning.

"Just not very hungry is all." I shrugged, skirting my fork around some scrambled eggs on my plate and shoveling them into my mouth.

Her mother pursed her lips and gave one of those typical, motherly displeasing looks. "You'll wither away to nothing if you keep that up, ya know? You're already too skinny as it is if you ask me." I didn't ask you but thanks for your opinion anyways.

The room temperature scrambled eggs slid poorly down my dry throat, but after a cough or two, I was able to respond. "You're just sayin' that to make me feel better, Mrs. M."

Offering her a tight-lipped smile, I grabbed my plate and stood up from the kitchen table and made my way over to the sink.

"What's that face for?" I asked Layla as I set my plate in the bottom of the sink.

Still scrutinizing her phone in her hand, she shook her head. "You're not gonna like it."

"What am I not gonna like?"

She squished her lips together and moved them to the side, flickering her stare up to mine. "Ryan's on his way over."

"So?"

"And he's bringing Dominic with him."

Well, fuck.

"He just wants to talk to you."

"Then why can't he just call me?"

"Because you don't have a phone anymore, babe."

"Oh." Shit. "Yeah."

"Just go clean up and I don't know, maybe put a bra on, and then go talk to him. You have less than five minutes until they're here."

"What?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in my head.

Layla shrugged her shoulder and went back to cleaning the dishes. "Ryan said he didn't want to give you too much time before they got here in case you split."

Rolling my eyes, I tossed over my shoulder, "Glad to hear he has so much faith in me." And then I scurried back to Layla's bedroom to freshen up as much as one could in such a short amount of time.

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