Eighty six

CHAPTER 86

GLENN

As expected Martha was dead drunk…

The next moment was frustrating as hell, I was forced to listen to her thrash talking about how she was going to deal with a certain —In her own words —opportunist.

It took a while for us to get her cab, good enough we used her phone after unlocking and stumbled on the same driver that had brought her here.

The cab was soon driving Martha down the West lane and with the envelope tucked somewhere in her bag that would be too hard to suspect.

As I watched the cab driving down the road I was filled with that kind of regret again, perhaps I shouldn't have done this and pushed all the blame to her.

Somewhere deep in my mind I was having a kind of remorse as we drove down the other way.

Martha was no fool and I was most certain she would remember who she had been with, what If she decides to make more findings…

All these thoughts filled my heart and it was made more difficult by the silence that engulfed the cab—It was enough silence that I could hear the quiet pulsing in her veins, I avoided looking at her as I was in no mood to have her talk me out of my guilt as some part of me wanted to feel it.

However, Anna was a hard person to ignore as soon as the car was on the bridge she turned to me asking.

"You feel bad about this right?"

I ignored it at first, still bent on maintaining that silence. She wouldn't have it however or perhaps she felt I was starting to shift the blame and guilt in her—maybe I was.

Anna repeated her question, “What are you thinking about Glenn, do you feel bad? "

I turned to face her for the first time since we left the pub, my face was most definitely filled with anxiety and perhaps fear as well, maybe the two intertwined into a feeling of regret that looked to overwhelm me.

I sighed deeply and I knew if I exposed and told her everything that was in my mind at that moment, it was too late to change anything, I knew without a point of doubt that I would look like the fool in all of these and this was something I didn't want.

"I am fine." I replied, turning and averting her gaze.

The feeling was overwhelming. Yes, I did feel regret all through my life. It felt like the first crime I had committed against mankind' at the same time I felt she deserved it.

"If this makes you feel better, I don't like what we did too." She blurted out.

To say the very least I was expecting anything else but that.

"Really," I looked amused at her words or was she trying to play me Into believing her.

She shook her head affirmatively. "Yes, I just feel this kind of guilt, I don't know why."

Looking into her eyes I could see it , the remorse that had once filled mine. To think all of these were because of me?

I had that feeling that perhaps the best for me was to apologize and hope that all this wouldn't go wrong, what more could happen anyways. The worst that could happen was Santi finding it first, either way I could tell the envelope would be traced back to us …

"Sorry for dragging you into this, it was my problem and you choose to help me with it."

" Come on, she deserved it… Did you see how she was drinking? " Anna asked.

" Yes, poor Santiago would probably be thinking he is going to have a child . I'd probably have to tell him. "

" Don't. " I said quietly.

" What? I was shocked. "That Is probably the only reason why she is with him and you are asking me not to tell on her?"

She sighed. "You are so naive, " She touched her temple. " How would you tell him you got the information in the first Instance? Will you just say you stumbled on it randomly? "

"Well—" I stuttered .

" See, just forget about telling him… Let him find out on his own, moreover she would be getting home drunk."

Listening to her I could understand the perceptive she was coming from, she wanted things to play out naturally.

I couldn't help but sigh. "Thank you." I muttered.

"See who is thinking with her head now "

She made an Ouch sound when I nudged her with my elbow before looking out of the window again.

The truth was no matter how hard I tried, it was difficult to get over that feeling of guilt... The feeling seemed to be so overwhelming nothing could wash away the stain I felt.

Maybe it was just self pity and all these things were from me putting myself in the same shoes as her.

Regardless, I couldn't help it neither could Anna as she said not any other words till we reached my apartment.

I spoke first."You know what else I find weird, Mr. Otis had not asked for his payment and that is unlike him, maybe he is thinking of not ejecting me already."

She laughs. " You are the weird one here, you seem to be worried good things are happening to you. "

" You can't blame me. " I shrugged.

"Talking about your Mr. Otis, what if I loan you some. "

"You can't do that, you've done enough already. "

" Come on. " She clasped my hands with hers. " It would be one friend helping another. "

At that point, my eyes were watery. The truth was I had never had anyone be so nice to me and at the moment all of these were looking so unreal.

Anna was spending the night as it was difficult for her to find any cab going to her side of Town that late.

After washing off the makeup off my face I walked toward where she was.

"You know considering how you and Martha fitted like couples I was wondering why don't you ask her out? "

It drew laughter from her and she hit me with a pillow, when the laughter around the room receded the room took on a tense atmosphere.

" Joke aside. " She sounded more serious now. " Do you really want to know what I think? " She questioned.

I nodded my head as I was dying to know everything at that moment, every single thing without her holding anything back.

"What if this becomes catastrophic in the long run —You know this…" she stuttered and sighed. "This crime we committed today. What if it backfired. "

I didn't want to say it was what I had been thinking about all through the while I was in the bathroom but it actually was and the truth was I had no answers either.

It was almost like I was stuck in the same phrase as she was, confused as well …

I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to put

myself out there in a position where I would have to face him If all this goes wrong eventually as it would be catastrophic just as she had said.

I figured she needed to know what was stirring up inside me as well, there was a need for me to expose the content of my mind or it'll burst open . So I said, “Sometimes I think the best way for us is to forget about this night, if it comes back to haunt us fine. "

" That is not it, " she mutters. "I said that word because I feel you might blame me then. "

"Blame you? I feel like you’re afraid of being ostracized by me, or if I would turn back on you if this blows in our faces. "

She smiled at me and just shook her head and said, “Let me ask you a question. Would you, commonly there is no way I would think of such?”

I thought about it and she was right, there was no way she would think of such… Both after what we went through tonight. It seemed like I got myself that one friend finally.

“Never?,” I asked.

“Think about it, We are stuck in this together, you wanted us to stop but I stubbornly refused. If anything happens let's say she goes to the police you are not involved in this anyways. "

I sighed. "Do you think for one second he would forgive me though."

"Do you think he wouldn't, he would most definitely forgive you if he cares about you but let us just hope all of this don't come back to us—you are the most beautiful person inside and out that I have ever known and if he doesn't see that as enough points to forgive you then maybe' he deserves Martha. "

She continues. " Listen we all have stumbling blocks for us to get to where we are in life, we have to make decisions…I know you took that envelope for more than the reason you did but I won't force out the secret or why you did till you tell me yourself still I still insist you were right not coming out to face him with that truth , "

That was exactly what I needed to hear. I must say …immediately she said that word I could feel the fear seize.

I had been afraid of exposing my heart,

but with her I thought I would do just that, she'd be the first human I'd expose my innermost feelings to, I stared across the room wondering if the best time was now .

Maybe it was time to tell Anna who I really was.

Maybe it was time to tell her, Werewolves weren't fictional.