Chapter 11
Richard P.O.V:"Would you like me to plump your cushions?" The young, eager nurse coos over me. "NO! And I mean it just like the ten other times I said no before this!" The nurse gives me a false smile, "Someone's grouchy." I have a huge headache and she aint making it any better. "No, someone has a girlfriend!" The nurse looks taken aback, then disappointed. "At least let me adjust your bandage" Great. "Are you gonna do it without bending down deliberately so I can see half your cleavage? Again." I raise an eyebrow drily. She flushes pink. Gosh girls like her are such desperados. That's why Katherine is so special. She isn't one of those easy girls, she doesn't expose extra flesh or dress like a whore or put on tons of makeup, (and she still manages to look buff) she isn't one of those girls to get wasted at parties, and she isn't ashamed to admit that she spends her lunch periods reading in the library, plus she's great at sports and doesn't shriek about like some girls in our class who shriek whenever a ball is near them, or the kinda person that makes sure the wind blows your P.E. shorts up when your stretching. I could go on and on and on.
The nurse switches on the T.V for me. "What channel hon?" "I'm not a hon, and I can flick through the channels by myself y'know!" She bats her eyelashes at me, "I do know! But I-" "THEN GET OUT!" She scurries out the room, right as it lands on Jeremy Kyle. I see Katherine. What freaks me out isn't the fact that she looks so beautiful, or she's actually wearing make up, or she's wearing a dress for once instead of a top and jeans, or even that she's on live T.V, it's the fact that she's crying and then I notice the caption
YOUR MY TWIN AND YOU'RE THE GIRL MY HUSBAND CHEATED ON ME WITH
Katherine P.O.V:
It's been a week since I've last been on the show. Tomorrow, I'll be going on again, this time with Goerge. Panic flutters in my heart and the only way I can feel at ease is to go to the beach. Twisting my long, blonde hair into a knot, I shrug on some shorts and a faded t-shirt.
I slip out unnoticed and soon I see a sparkling sheet of blue stretch out in front of me. The sea. Mesmerised, I listen to the rhythm of the waves beating against the muscular rocks. Seagulls chirp in the distance, and for once, I smile. Feeling strange and free, I kick off my shoes and start dancing. Weird. But I don't care. The wind combs my hair, the sea sprays drops on me and the sand sinks in-between my feet. Refreshed, I start laughing, for the first time since ever. The sun peeps over the arched mountains ahead and sends highlights and streaks of rays over the pink sun. Everything looks so majestic.
Suddenly, a voice cuts my thoughts. "Nice dancing." Husky, deep, cheeky. Goerge. Smirking. I start to run. "Katherine wait up!" Try to think of something witty to say Katherine! "Stalker are we?"
Goerge mini P.O.V:
The moment she said "stalker are we?" My heart went into over drive. Does she know that I banged up her boyfriend. Dammit! I get so angry when I think of the fact that she has a boyfriend. I don't know why. She starts running away from me again. "You can run, but you can't hide." Geez, I sound like big bad wolf.
Katherine P.O.V:
My heart thuds as I run away from him. Those last words. They shake me. Worst? Tomorrow I'll have to face him.
*The day of the Jeremy Kyle show*
"Stay still!" The stylist commands for the second time. I huff, "I'm surree, but no one said anything about me sharing a dressing room with this airhead, stereotype."
Goerge complains, "I am so not a stereotype. And airhead? your talking to the biggest smart-ass in history."
It's hard not to grin at him, so I try to turn my grin into a frown. "Fuck off smart-ass, then!"
"I'll just pretend to be the camera, BEEP! Hey Kath, you look like you've sucked a lemon!"
I frown even more, "Thanks, and that's what happens when I change a dressing room with you, sour vibes and all!"
"I'm not that bad!" "Yes you are!"
"C'mon are we gonna go through that whole, yes you are, no I'm not thing?"
I stick my tongue out at him. "If I say so!"
"And do you say so?"
"I don't know. Shut up."
"Ok."
"Wow, good dog."
"Hey, I'm not a dog. Have you ever seen a dog look this buff?"
I snort. "At least dog's don't chat shit, like you!"
Goerge chuckles, "Probably because they can't. Although they do actually shit on the floor, that's worst than talking shit."
"At least you can clean up shit, you can't clean up or take back words-" A lump forms in my throat. "-Or thing's you've done." George's face softens and he pushes his stylist away. He wounds his tanned, strong arms around me and suddenly I'm hugging him. It feels so good, so safe.
He ruins the moment by saying, "You like?"
That just triggers me off and blurs me to my senses. I push him away and slap him hard on his cheek. He looks shocked "Don't.Ever.Do.That.Again." I hiss through gritted teeth before storming out. The stylist calls after me, "HEY! I HAVEN'T FINISHED YOUR MASCARA!"
Bright lights flash me in the face as I walk on stage. They finally managed to finish my makeup and put my hair in a high, curled ponytail and made me wear a mini, light blue shirt dress with sandal heels. I look pretty, if I do say so myself. More casual than last time. I turn over to Lea and anger fills me up, she looks pretty as well, in a tube skirt with a sleeveless peter pan collar blouse, a dark midnight-blue colour bringing out her porcelain skin. I have a better figure than her, slim and hourglass whilst she's stuck with a kinda chubby pear, but she has a bigger bust and backside than I do.
The camera crew makes me and Lea sit on opposite chairs with Goerge in the middle. Good seat for him. I can barely see my parents in the audience from the bright lights shining me in the face. Jeremy Kyle speaks to the audience, "Last time we were here..." and then I tune out, with my heart thudding. I wonder what excuse they'll come up with this time. Jeremy shoves the microphone in George's face, "Is it true that you cheated on Katherine with her own twin sister, when you were about to get married?" George's face darkens, and he stares at his clenched fists. "Go on, tell them what you really did! Or are you too ashamed?" I taunt him. He stares at me and I swear he has tears in his eyes that slice through my heart. "I did, but let me explain!" "Why does everyone bloody say that?" Jeremy tries to say something but I shout over him, "Let me explain! Let me explain! But you never do! DO IT NOW THEN!" The audience cheer whilst Jeremy tries to speak.
"We can't get on with this with you two shouting at each other, one at a time!" Goerge sighs, shaking he says
"On the week before the wedding, I was really stressed and worried at the same time. We were getting married for goodness sake. I had a lot of whisky, got drunk n' all. I just knew I needed to see you. (the audience aww) I walked to your house, drunk, then stumbled on the doorstep. Lea helped me up and I don't know why, I was drunk- I wasn't in my right mind, I ended up kissing her. She kissed me back. (He glares at Lea angrily) But then she let go of me and mumbled that 'this is wrong' and she shouldn't have done that and how she's such a jerk and a bad person. I consoled her and promised her she wasn't and it was a mistake and she would never ever do it again. I wouldn't let her. I had to go to the beach, to calm myself down, think things through. Lea told me not to go, because I was drunk but I didn't listen to her, so she ended up following me. I stumbled on my way there and she kept on helping me up and we started getting in conversation about you. Good things about you. And she ended up holding my hand. And that's probably when someone took the photo. The next morning I regretted it like hell, I couldn't look at your excited face and forgive myself for what happened last night."
My eyes are blurred with tears and my heart aches. "Why did you do that Lea?" I whisper. I feel so angry with both of them, although I knew Goerge was drunk and he'd never really been drunk before.
She sighs, and shaking she whispers, "I had a crush on Goerge all my childhood, but it was always him and you. Whenever I tried to join in the game, you lot would always shoo me away. It hurt whenever I saw you together, especially when you went out, and when you decided to get married, well, it was just the icing on the cake. Goerge had never said one word to me before, not one. That night when he was drunk and he kissed me, well it felt so good, so un-real. I know it was wrong, but I just wanted to know what it felt like. Goerge had finally kissed me. I hated myself for it and I pulled away eventually. I felt so bad, still do feel bad. Then Goerge decided to go to the beach, and I couldn't let him go. I couldn't let him get hurt. When we went there, he actually started talking to me. For once. For once in the whole ten or more years we've known him. It was only a conversation, a friend-to-friend conversation. That's when I admitted my feelings towards him, and he told me that he loved you, and that nothing would ever happen between us. I don't know who took the photo!"
The silence in the room is deafening. Now I know it's mostly Lea's fault. "How could you do that to me?" My voice cracks. I race out the studio, away from the camera's, away from everything. This is just too much to take in.
Richard P.O.V:
I continue staring at the T.V, mesmerised and numb and confused at the same time. Then I see a backstage photage of Katherine and Goerge flirting with each other. He pulls her into a hug. I close the T.V. Hurt and angry. That desperado nurse comes into the room. I'm shaking. "What happened?" she coos. I force a grin towards her, "I'm officially single."
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