Left behind episode 3

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Episode 3

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Oh my god, I’m having a heart attack.

I can’t breath.

Maybe what I’m seeing was just a figment of my imagination, I mean with the way Fred and Kath warned me about going to Luke’s tent, I was bound to think up something crazy, right?

Just to be sure, I took another peek again. I almost vomited. Lillian was giving him a b!ow job.

I felt like a knife was plunged into my che-st. My vision bec@m£ blurry with tears as my grip on the tent fl@p ti-ght£ñed, and I slumped to the floor, ma-king the tent to coll@pse too.

Luke and Lillian quic-kly separated.

“What was that?” I heard Lillian’s voice ask.

They listened for a few seconds. “It was probably nothing,” Luke replied. “Now where were we?”

Lillian’s giggles made me feel like a fool sitting down there. I was about to stand up when she asked, “Luke, does it mean that girlfriend of yours doesn’t satisfy you in be-d?”

“She doesn’t. To be honest I….”

I didn’t want to hear the rest. The tears flowed as I began running back to the fire. But I bu-mped into Iris who was coming towards me.

“Harry, what’s it, why’re you crying?” she enquired and held my arms ti-ght.

“Luke…. he cheated on me!” I blurted out. I’d expected her to suddenly go all protective and caring on me, but her hands slowly sli-pped down towards her side, and she bent her head.

“I knew you were going to find out soon,” she mumbled.

I nodded and wiped at the tears that were blurring my vision.

“Luke cheated on you with almost all the girls in clas-s. And that was like a day or two after you guys started d@t!ng.”

I did the mental calculations; Luke and I started d@t!ngin the year back. Which sums up that he’d been at it for a year!

I gro-an ed, “That bas***d!”

“That’s not all…I just nee-d to tell you that…” she hesitated and tucked a strand of her wavy brown h air behind her ears. I watched her intently, waiting to hear what she had to say. Something told me that this was gonna be interesting.

“You remember the day you called and asked me to come over to your house for lunch?”

I nodded, because my throat was still so-re from the crying.

“I told you that I was occu-pied with sorting out files for mom. But I wasn’t. I was with him.”

She paused and twisted her f!ngersuncomfortably.

What did she mean by ‘with him’? I knew she’s referring to Luke, but…

“I don’t un-derstand,” I said.

She sighed and cleared her throat. “Harry I just want you to know that I didn’t mean to, I was tem-pted and I just hope you could forgive me because I never meant to—”

“Katherine!” I cut in shaking her by the shoulder. I was loosing patience alre-ady.

“St©p blabbing, and tell me alre-ady—”

“I sle-pt with him!” she blurted.

I froze.

“What?” I whispered, still unsure of what I’d heard.

“Luke. I sle-pt with him that day. And the day after.”

Oh my god, someone tell me I’m not hearing this.

I inched away from her. “Kathy you..”

“Harry I’m so sorry, i–”

“Don’t come near me!” I warned, pointing a f!nger at her. “I hate you! I hate Luke! I hate Lillian!! I hate all of you traitors!!!” I yelled, and ran away.

I didn’t know where I was going, I just wanted to get away from it all.

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Kathy’s POV

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I covered my face with my palm and I sat dejectedly on the tree stump.

I’m a horrible friend.

I still can’t believe that I did that.

I remembered that day vividly: Luke had called me to come over to his house for an as-signment he had difficulty on. I was a brilliant type, so I agreed.

When I arrived I was shocked to find out that Harry wasn’t there.

But Luke told me to relax. He took me to his room.

We brou-ght out books, but none of us was really focused on the studies. He kept looking at me intently, and I kept dodging his stares.

In the midst of my explanations, he cu-mpped my chin in his palm.

“Do you know you’re beautiful, Katherine?”

I blu-shed so ha-rd and shook my head. I hadn’t much experience with boys.

He’d k!$$£d me, taking me by surprise. And then he k!$$£d me again. One thing led to another, and we were both n-ked by the time Harry’s call c@m£ in.

“What should I say?” I’d asked frightened.

“Make something up and come back here,” he sh0t out with impatience and annoyance.

And I lied.

I was still a v!rg!nthat time, but I loved the S-x.

It was after I’d returned home all so-re that I regretted.

But it was too late.

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“Kathy, what happened? We heard shouts,” said Luke as he st©pped before me, breaking me out of my thought.

I opened my face to see that he was harzardly dressed, and Lillian was behind him. Both their hairs were messed, the fresh out of be-d type.

“It’s Harry,” I said weakly. “She knows.”

“What thefu-ck do you mean by that!?” he yelled.

“She noticed you weren’t at the campfire. She c@m£ to look for you. She saw you guys. She found out every thing. She ran away.”

Luke wiped a hand throu-gh his face, while Lillian sm-irked. “That’s a relief,” she said.

Luke glared at her. “No it’s not. If her parents find out, I’m dead.”

Luke wasn’t very rich, but he seemed so with his popularity and actions.

Just then we heard the whistle.

The camp whistle.

We hurried over and arrived just as Mr Matthew was rounding up an announcement, “…..heavy earthquake around this area. So we have to evacuate now. Hurry, pack only ess£ntials, and get into the bus!”

It was a frenzy as students rushed over everything.

Where was Harriet?

I began packing our stuff. She must have heard the whistle, so she’ll be here soon

Minutes later, she still wasn’t here.

I began to panick.

“Harry!” I called repeatedly.

No answer.

I hurried to Luke. “I can’t find Harriet!” I said breathlessly.

“And we can’t find Jean either,” Jack exclaimed as he c@m£ towards us. Fred and Lillian were there too.

“What do we do, the bus will soon be leaving!” I cried.

Luke looked around. “Let’s not panic, OK? The students are so disorganized that she and Jean might probably be inside the bus without us knowing.”

“God, I hope so,” Jack breathed.

“Every one, into the bus, NOW!” Mrs Jackson yelled.

All the students got in, and I began to search for Harriet.

I didn’t find her or Jean on board, and when we were many kilometers away, I heard, and felt, the rumblings of the earth quake.

Lightning flashed throu-gh the sky, and the floor of the bus shook.

Harry where are you? Jean?

I risked a look at Jack. He sat dejectedly, looking guilty and scared.

Exactly the way I feel.

Oh, girls, plea-se be safe.

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My b©yfri£ndcheated on me.

My b©yfri£ndhas been cheating on me.

With my best friend.

They took me for a fool.

I sobbe-d loudly as I ran throu-gh the tangle of vines, shru-bbery and trees that made up the forest, such that the sound of my cries could be heard for miles and miles away. The sound of my feet crunching on the dried leaves were also audible.

I kept on running, not knowing where to go, or what to do. I just wanted to escape.

The cold wind blasted in my face. I got tired. I fell un-der a tree and began to cry loudly.

“No no no no no,” I muttered as I hit my fists on the ground.

I’ve been a fool to trust. Normally I don’t trust that easily. Even my parents.

But I envied the way other girls in clas-s and school always flaunted with their b©yfri£nds.

To clubs.

p@rties.

School functions.

I knew that no guy would ever come to ask me out with my super rich background and my sas-sy attitude, and so from tenth grade, I decided to lower a little.

As rewards have it, by the first session of eleventh grade, Luke Herman, the most handsome guy in school, asked me out after we’d had some crazy outings.

I happily accepted him.

I put in all my efforts in that relationsh!p. I did see him hanging out with different girls each week, but I ignored it and loved him with all my self.

And I believed he did too.

Then c@m£ the time he invited me over, and wanted to have S-x.

I freaked out.

The truth is that one crazy night I’d gone clubbing alone when I was sixteen. That was tenth grade. I returned so drun!kthat I couldn’t drive. I decided to trek a little.

Then c@m£ this man out of the shadows behind an alley. He pu-ll-ed me in, threw me down, subdued me, and began taking his belt off, and struggling with the bu-tton of my trou-ser.

I’d screamed. I was so scared because the road was lonely.

I thought nob©dy heard.

Then an old couple pas-sing by began to enquire who was there, and the ra-pist ran away.

They helped me up, and asked if they should call the police.

I refused.

They took me home. I thanked them. I didn’t tell my parents or anyb©dy.

That’s why I’m scared to have S-x.

But Luke….. I thought he’d wait. I thought……

I bowed my head a continued crying.

Then I heard the faint sound of the camp whistle.

I’d have loved to stay there where I wouldn’t see any Luke or Katherine or Lillian. But I had to go back.

I stood up and began moving.

Then I st©pped. I had no idea where I was going.

I began to panic and ran in all directions. I couldn’t even recall where I c@m£ from. There was no path to follow, and it was dark.

Very dark.

I hurriedly brou-ght out my phone to dial Katherine.

There was no signal.

“Help!” I yelled and ran. “Someb©dy help me!”

I st©pped in my tracks when I almost lost balance and fell. The ground un-der my feet was rumbling. The trees shook.

Then it st©pped.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but as I lifted my foot to take another step, the sound returned, as if the earth was about to be destroyed. Some trees began to uproot, and others split in halves. Rocks slid. I was now frightened like sh*t. All I knew is that I had to escape.

I ran.

The sound grew louder.

I ran as fast as my feet could take me.

But I ran blindly and fell down many times.

My heart was beating in my che-st. I dodged being crushed by a tree that was falling, and continued running.

Then I heard the sound of other footfalls advancing. Maybe someone has come to help.

“I’m over here, plea-se hurry!” I shouted.

“Harriet???” the person called. It sounded like….

“Jean?” I called back.

Soon she bec@m£ visible and ran into my arms. I hvgged her ti-ghtly, I was so glad to see her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked breathlessly.

“I….I ran away. Now I can’t find my way back.”

“Me either. Everywhere is dark and similar. And an earthquake is coming!” she screeched.

I held her hand and squee-zed. I was so grateful to have someone with me.

“We’ll make it,” I as-sured her.

“Are you sure?” she asked, sounding so unsure.

“I am,” I replied. I had to be strong for both of us if we were going to survive, which we will.

We scurried to our feet, and began to calculate our next step.

But we were st©pped by a loud, de-ep voice that echoed all over the forest with just two words: “DESTROY THEM!”

Now, I wasn’t so sure of surviving.