These Times Are So Uncertain

Kynna's P.O.V.

"Baby? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. April and I just got into an argument."

"Oh. What about?"

"Just stupid stuff. It's not important."

"If she's to going to be like that, then she's not important."

"She's my best friend."

"Well, obviously not if you guys are going to fight over nothing."

He covered my mouth with his and pulled me closer. I could feel his hands sliding up beneath my shirt, and I shifted, trying to get him stop, but his fingers continued to slip behind me; finally, I managed to push him away, and he glared at me.

"Stop. I'm not going to deal with this."

"Where are you going?"

"Home."

"No. Please stay."

"I'm leaving."

He grasped my wrists tightly, dragging me back onto the couch, and I squirmed and struggled until one hand was free. I felt the connection once my fist landed against his cheek, and he recoiled. My breathing heavy, I stood and stared.

"I'm going home. Just leave me alone."

"Fine. Leave."

"Put ice on that," I mumbled before I ran out the door.

"What do you want?" April spat when she saw me in the doorway of her bedroom.

"I'm sorry. Chas was an ass. I shouldn't have said or done that to you."
"Kyn, it's fine. You gonna stay tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. Let's go on a food run."

In the car, I bit my lip and stared out the window. "He almost tried to rape me."

"Oh, honey. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I got away. I...I didn't think he'd do it."

"It's f-wait, has he tried it before?"

"He's tried to push me into something farther twice before, but I convinced him I was on my period."

"You should so kick his ass."

"I want to."

"Well, come on. Let's just have fun tonight. No talk of Chas, just movies and popcorn and music and makeovers."

"Aye, aye, captain-o."

Hours later, after a few comedies (Zoolander, Scary Movie 4), a romance movie (The Notebook), and a tragic film (Pay It Forward), and four bowls of popcorn and ice cream, April was asleep on her bed while I sat on the couch, staring at the photos in my phone. Suddenly, it rang quietly; a picture of Bill flashed on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Kynna. How are you doing?"

"Hi, Georg. Why are you using Bill's phone?"

"Mine is dead. But you did not answer my question."

"I'm doing just fine. How are you?"

"I have been better."

"Aw, I'm sorry."

"Um, can I ask you something really personal?"

"No, I will not have your babies."

"Are you saving that for Tom?"

Tom's P.O.V.

It got deadly silent from Kynna's end, and I bit my lip and waited. To my surprise, she didn't yell or anything to that extreme.

"Well, Georg, trust me. You'll be the first to know when I figure out what I want."

"So does that mean what I think it means?"

"It depends on what you think it means."

"You like Tom?"

"Partially correct. Wrong verb."

"Do you---do you love him?"

She sighed deeply. "Tell him, and I'll kill you. Good-night, Georg. I'll talk to you tomorrow or some other time."

"Okay. Good-night, Kynna." Georg hung up and glanced over at me. "Sie haben ihr sagen."

"Ich werde."