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.”