The Beast within

Chapter 7

Casey's P.O.V 

  The kitchen suddenly became full and all the food was being eaten, while people were talking away to each other. Kacey and I stood there, drinking our cups of tea and watching everything. It took a matter of minutes and all the food was gone, every single plate had been emptied and everyone had left, but not before thanking Kacey. I looked at Kacey completely astounded, but she just laughed and began clearing the plates away.

  "How? Is it always like that?" I asked and she nodded, while starting to wash the dishes. I gathered some plates up, taking them over to her and began to start drying the ones she had already washed. 

  "You don't have to do that Casey, honestly it's fine if you want to go and find Katherine." Kacey said, but it didn't feel right letting her do the cooking and the cleaning. 

  "It's okay, you did the cooking, it's only right that I help with the cleaning. That's the way my mom taught me." I replied, Kacey smiled and nodded her head, we continued washing and drying the plates until they were all done and our hands had turned to prunes.

  "Thank you Casey, what are you going to do now?" Kacey asked me and in all honesty I didn't know. I thought for a few minutes and remembered that I still had to tell Katherine my plan.

  "I'll go and find Katherine." I replied, she nodded and I headed off in search of Katherine, this time I found her in her bedroom, which was opposite mine. I explained everything that I wanted to do and Katherine listened, nodding along. After a while I left and went straight back to my room, it was the first time I had thought of it as my room and it sounded weird. Even though I hadn't been awake long and had slept for eighteen hours straight, I still felt tired so I set my alarm for the next morning and went back to bed. The next morning my alarm went off and I felt a lot better, I felt well rested. I got up, showered, dried off and got dressed, running down the stairs to meet Katherine. I stopped when I saw Kacey waiting at the front door and she gave me a hug.

  "Are you sure you want to go to school? You don't have to, you know." Kacey said, I knew she was worried about me, but I was okay and I think I was ready to go back.

  "Yes I think I'm ready to go back, I have to face it some time right and like my mom and dad always used to say, there's no point putting things off, it's best to face them head on and get it over and done with." I said, giving her a weak smile. I don't think she was convinced, but then again I don't think I even managed to  convince myself. I walked outside and Katherine was already waiting for me in her truck, but she was frowning. I opened the door and got in, giving her a confused look.

  "What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked her, hoping she was going to try and talk me out of going to school. Each step I took closer to school the more I became unsure about it.

  "I've been thinking, you said last night that you wanted to go back one last time, but there is a lot of stuff to sort out there and if this is the last time you're going back then we are going to need to get it sorted in one go. How about we skip school and just go straight there, make a start on it." Katherine said, I jumped on her hugging her tightly, causing her to laugh.

  "I take it you agree then." Katherine said, laughing and hugging me back.

  "Thank you, it means a lot that you are here for me and helping me. The more I thought about school and my home the more nervous I got. I think it's best to leave school today and get my home sorted, like you said there is a lot to do." I replied, this had taken a weight off my mind, but realisation had set in that I was going back home, back to the place my parents were murdered. Would it still feel like home when I got there? Would I be able to do this? Would I be able to face this and walk in there? Katherine pulled away and we started heading to my house, on the way there my nerves got the best of me and so I decided to take my mind off it by making a list of everything that needed to be sorted out. My dad always said that it was best to be organised, especially with things like this that way you wouldn't forget anything. I had sorted out all the things I needed to do into categories, keeping, important, throwing away, charity and not sure. I figured that if I put the items in the categories while sorting out the house it would make things a lot easier.  I knew this was going to be hard and i knew that i would end up crying at some point through all this, but it needed to be done and I couldn't put it off. I had already put some things into the important category, such as the bills and any other paperwork I would need. The furniture would have to be donated to a thrift shop, i had nowhere to put it and there was so much of it, at least if i donated it other people could benefit from it. I look up and see that we are nearly at my house, the butterflies in my stomach start growing and suddenly all my logical thinking has gone out of the window and I can't remember anything.