Take One Last Breath

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^*Kori’s POV*^
After a good few hours it was around midnight, and, I came out of the room that I soon learnt was Novak’s. He just taken up Austin’s room since his was now destroyed, which made me want to be all ‘Aw, wittle Novak misses his rape victim’ but I was still too torn up to really do anything else destructive. Knoxville would clean up the room tomorrow. I made my way to the kitchen and sat down at the table with my head down, silently crying my eyes out. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to Austin. I mean…she was my best friend, nearly a sister. She’s already been through so fucking much… If she had a fucking setback and something happened to her, I’d tear apart at the seams. And since no one had come and gotten me from the room and tore me from my outrage of knocking shit over and punching holes in walls, no one got a hold of her. Even if she was ripped apart and crying her eyes out, knowing her she would’ve gotten sick of the calls and answered at least one of the five hundred. She wouldn’t have just let her phone ring until the end of time.

“Still awake, and finished tearing apart the rapists’ room. You just gonna sit there and cry all night?” I shook my head at Bam’s voice, moving one of my hands from the table to wipe my eyes before I lifted my head. I couldn’t bring myself to have that feeling of wanting to knock his lights out as he sat down right beside me.

“No. I’m going to bed.” I said and stood up, about to move away from the table before Bam spoke again.

“Well Fanna’s in your bed, so you’re gonna be sleeping on the couch.” He said and I sighed and sat back down.

“Goddammit, why can’t everything just go back to the way it was two days ago? Everything was fine then.” I said and felt the tears start pouring again, but I didn’t make a move to wipe them away.

“I don’t know.” He mumbled, looking down at the table.

“You don’t fucking know much.” I spat, and let out a breath, wiping my eyes and then running my fingers through my hair. We both fell silent, and I didn’t like it. “How did you know that Hanna was asleep in my bed?” I asked, looking over at Bam, not sure how he’d know.

“I uh…I went to check the room you went into, and when I didn’t find you I was going to see if you were okay.” He admitted and I smirked.

“So the heartless fuck has a heart after all?” I questioned and he groaned.

“No, I just don’t like seeing girls cry, it scares me.” He said quickly and I rolled my eyes.

“Yea right, you have feelings and emotions, and a heart and you just don’t want to face it.” I said and he scoffed.

“Do not.”

“Do so.”

“Do not.”

“Do so.”

“Do not.” He said a little more harshly.

“Oh really?” I asked, smirking and he hesitated.

“I hate you.”

“You were going to sleep with me, weren’t you? Lie at the foot of my bed like a loyal dog?” I asked and he let his head hit the table.

“No. I was just worried that you were going to like, fucking melt from your tears. God knows how fast witches melt in water.” He smirked, looking up at me. “You are a witch after all, aren’t you?” I just glared.

“You’ll take that back.” I said and he lifted his head up.

“Oh really?” He mocked and I glared sharper. “Make me.”

“I fucking will.” I said and stood up, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt. I pulled him up from the chair.

“How much trouble can you get me into with sex?” He asked and I turned to him, letting go of his sleeve as I let my hands rest on his chest. I didn’t really care that he had called me a witch, I just didn’t want to be in my mind right now. I didn’t want to have to think right now. I wanted the worry to go away for a while.

“I can have you screaming by the end of the night.” I said, a slight glare in my eyes matching the smirk on my lips.

“We’ll see about that.”

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^*Missy’s POV*^
I rolled over, and put my arm around Bam. Or so I thought that was what I was doing, but no one was in bed with me. I sighed heavily as I sat up, brushing my hair from my face as I looked around the dark room, seeing it was nearly three AM. I laid back down, not going to bother with trying to find where he went off to. He was like a fucking kid, always getting into trouble, and slash or playing pranks on someone. And now that Austin’s gone, Kori doesn’t exactly have anyone to protect her except April and Phil, and Bam’s just going to start trying to piss her off more and more. At first, Kori and Austin were okay, and Austin is still a great girl in my book, but Kori…I don’t like her. She’s a bitch. She stays around Bam too much. Bam stays around her too much. They stay around each other too fucking much. He’s been paying more attention to her lately than he has been to me, and I don’t like it. I feel like he’s trying to get away from me. I feel like she’s trying to take him away from me.

I couldn’t help but start getting curious as to what prank he was pulling on her tonight, and that’s what got me out of bed, ignoring the cold house as I looked at the clock again, seeing it was now just five minutes past three AM. I made my way over to the door and opened it, slipping out quietly. I walked down the hall, headed for the kitchen, but I heard a few whispers, too quiet for me to make out who they were coming from, but then there was a giggle. I stopped halfway down the hall as one of the main guest room doors opened, and Bam stepped out, not noticing me at first, but then another hand grabbed onto the door as he turned.

“Shit.” He shut the door quickly, looking at me almost panicked. “Missy, what-” He was cut off.

“Bam, what the fuck?” I froze at Kori’s voice.

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^*Bam’s POV*^
It scared the fuck out of me when Missy appeared in the hall, and I quickly pulled the door shut.

“Missy, what-”

“Bam, what the fuck?” Kori’s playful, half giggly voice came from the other side of the door and I opened it quickly, wanting to smile, but not being able to as I heard her head connect with it and then her body hit the floor.

“Bam, what are you doing up this late?” Missy asked, walking towards me. I just hoped she hadn’t heard Kori.

“This.” I smirked and opened the guest bedroom door to Kori lying on her back on the floor, knocked out.

“Well good job, I guess.” Missy said, but there was something behind her voice I couldn’t exactly place as she wrapped her arms around me. “Babe, just come back to-” She pulled away from me slightly. “Why are you burning up?” She asked, taking her hand and wiping my hair back from my forehead, making me cringe slightly. “Did you guys chase each other around like fucking animals or something?” I wanted to smirk. It was like she knew everything.

“She puts up a fight when you’re trying to shoot her with a paintball gun.” I said and she nodded with a sigh, pulling fully away from me.

“Well, you can…do whatever, I’m going back to bed.” She said and turned, walking back down the hall to our bedroom. That weird mask was in her voice. I couldn’t help but be afraid that we almost got caught. I almost got caught fucking a girl I hate by my wife. But that feeling was still there with me; that feeling that I just didn’t care. I turned and opened the door the rest of the way, and stepped in, picking Kori up off the ground. I’d leave in the chair again. I made my way out of the bedroom, careful to not hit her head on the doorframe as I made my way through the kitchen. I froze at a snore, and turned towards where the sound came, and found Hanna sitting at the table, the peanut butter, jelly, and bread open in front of him, and his face in a half-eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I slowed my walk down even more, careful of the floorboards.

Finally, after making my way up the creaky stairs, and after opening her door one-handedly, I went over and put her in bed, covering her up. I watched her for a second, shaking my head. Was her and I’s little ‘thing’ something that I really wanted to risk my marriage over? Was she someone I wanted to risk my marriage over? No. But…but could I stop what we had already started? No. Did I even know what this was that we had started, exactly? No. Did I want it to stop? No. Did I even feel guilty about cheating on Missy with my cousin’s best friend? No. Did I feel bad that I was going to break Missy’s heart? No. Was I even sure Missy had a heart? No. Did I even like being around Missy anymore? No. Did I even love Missy anymore?

…I wasn’t sure anymore.

Missy treated me like shit a lot, even when I try to grow up and be a little more mature around her. Kori only treats me like shit when I treat her like shit, which is better than just being talked down to all the time. Missy didn’t have that, ‘Just don’t get hurt’ attitude anymore, she just always wanted to be in control of me, and always needed to know what I was doing, and where I was. Kori didn’t care, as long as I wasn’t bothering her. Missy was eighty five percent bitch, and fifteen percent sweetheart, and I’m being extremely generous with that estimate. Kori was fifty-fifty once you kind of warmed up to her and gotten past the part where she’s constantly plotting to kill you. I kept telling myself I still love Missy, and I kept telling myself that I fucking hated Kori.

But I think I had it all backwards.

And that made me sick.

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^*Kori’s POV*^
I woke up the next morning, and rolled over, putting my arm over Hanna, because he was going to be my shield for the next few days until Austin got back. I realized Hanna didn’t feel like Hanna, and I opened my eyes slightly, finding Bam. Not my human shield. No, but Bam, my number one enemy. Shit.

“Oh god, Bam, Bam, wake up, wake up.” I started shaking his shoulder. Anyone could have been in the room from the time he brought me in here. I remember him knocking me out, but I’d have to question him about that later.

“Five more minute.” He mumbled, sounding like a kid and I sighed, aggravated because my head was hurting slightly. It seemed I always woke up in some kind of pain in this house.

“Bam, you’re in my bed.” I said and he shot straight up.

“Fuck.” He got out of bed and ran a hand through his hair. “Shit, did anyone come in?’ He asked and I sighed.

“Why were you even in here?” I asked and he sniffed, rubbing his eyes.

“Uh, Missy was in the hall last night when we were coming out of the bathroom, and I had to knock you out by slamming the door into your face. After she went to bed I brought you up here and I must’ve sat down and fallen asleep.” He said, seeming still tired.

“Well go get on the couch or something before anyone wakes up.” I said and he nodded, walking to the door.

“Right, right.” He said, walking out, and I laid back down, my hands over my face, the dim lighted room hurting my eyes. I had to change my thoughts back to Austin so ic ould try to get shit together today and figure out if she was okay, but I had too many thoughts clouding my head. I didn’t exactly know why I was so afraid of someone finding out about Bam and I having this affair. I mean, the whole point of fucking him in my mind was so that I could tear his life down for being an asshole, right? Maybe it was because I just didn’t want to be affiliated with him, or maybe…maybe…I was having a change in fe- God, I can’t even think that without a smile coming to my face. A change in feelings? Me? About Bam? God, I was losing it. I wasn’t having a change in feelings about him. I couldn’t be falling in lust with him. He was married and I was here to ruin his life, it was as simple as that.

Wasn’t it?