She wasn't answering.
“I have permission from Lucas to bring this door down,” I warned. “Don't make me do it.”
Still no answer. I sighed and knocked again.
“Kate, I just want to check on you, please open up,” I pleaded. “You're my only best friend. I don't want anything to happen to you.”
“But if you don't want me here, I will leave,” I promised her. “But only after I know if you're safe or not.”
“Come in,” she beckoned.
I entered the room and found her on the bed all covered up.
“Were you sleeping? I could have come back later,” I said.
The windows were shut and so were the curtains. The room was too dark.
“No, I've been awake,” she answered.
“Then what are you doing in this stuffy room?” I asked. I made my way to the windows and opened the curtains, allowing sunlight and fresh air into the room.
“There you go…” I said, “much better.”
“Thank you,” she said.
I observed my friend who was swaddled up in her blanket. “Why are you all covered up?”
“Just feeling a bit chilly,” she replied.
“You never get chilly,” I said with a suspicious look. “Even during Christmas you wear summer clothes.”
“No, I'm just having a cold,” she defended.
“Idiots don't fall sick,” I said.
“I guess now they do,” she chuckled nervously.
“What are you hiding?” I asked as I made my way to her bed.
“Nothing. I'm not hiding anything,” she replied.
“Get out of the blanket,” I ordered.
“The cold is too bad I can't come out,” she lied.
“Kate, now,” I demanded, and she flinched.
She got out of the bed and took off the blanket. My mouth gaped in horror at what I saw. My best friend was covered with marks on different parts of her body.
“Turn around,” I demanded.
She turned around slowly. I noticed it on her back, her hips, her waist, and a lot on her ass.
“What is the meaning of this?” I demanded. “Why are you covered with all this?”
“James and I wanted to try out BDSM,” she said.
“Are you out of your mind? You hate that stuff!” I stared at her in disbelief. “You've always hated that stuff.”