3-2-1 Now Fall in My Arms

I walked in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked horrible.

I glanced over at the toilet.

What killed her.

The death.

I despised my appearance.

Maybe one more time wouldn't hurt.

Right?

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Gabe glared at me.

He was pissed.

And Gabe was never pissed.

Not ever.

Fuck.

"Uhm. Gabe? Can I talk to Caitie? It's important."I said shifting my weight.

"It's alright Gabe. Go out back with Travis or something." Mary said pushing herself from him.

"You sure?" Gabe asked looking at her.

"Yea. I need to talk to her."Mary said getting up and walking down the hall.

"Caitie. Fix. Now. You know I can't handle when she cried." Gabe said walking out the door I just came in.

"Uh." Travis said looking around.

"Go ahead." I smiled pointing to Gabe.

"Good luck." He said kissing my cheek and walking out.

"Mary?!" I yelled for her.

"Bedroom." She said dropping something.

"Im sorry I snapped at you earlier." I said walking in the room.

She was sitting on her bed.

Watching the notebook.

With, a now empty, glass of strawberry milk.

The only kinda milk she would drink.

"It's fine. I mean. I didn't know it was a touchy subject. It was a complement." She said looking down.

"Aw. Im sorry. Thank you." I said going over and giving her a hug.

"Wanna watch the notebook?" She asked walking in the kitchen and coming back with two Jones sodas.

"Oh good! It's at the part where she see's his picture in the paper!" I said clapping and flopping down on the bed.

"Caitie, you know that if their was anything wrong you could tell me right?" Mary said taking a sip of her drink.

She knew something was up.

I couldn't tell her though.

She would tell Gabe.

He would tell Travis.

Travis would force me to stop.

"Everything is fine Mary. I promise." I said crossing my fingers behind my back.

My web of lies just got bigger and bigger.