I hear someone walking up the stairs. It is my sister because I hear her room door open. I get up and walk downstairs where my mother is still sitting. When she hears me she looks up and doesn't look away until I say something.

"We went looking for her. A boy from my class could trace her phone. She was dead when we found her. Her whole body was destroyed. They killed her, let her bleed to death. You hardly recognized her.'' I pland on just stating the facts but my emotions take over. ''Mom, the way Indira screamed and looked. It hurt to see and hear her. Her sister is dead." My mother looks at me with compassionate eyes. She stands up and gives me a hug.

"Cira, I'm so sorry you head to see that. I'm so proud of you for directly calling the police, you dealt with it well. Do you want to sit down and talk about it, I will make some more tea." She lets me go and looks at me now. Her eyes are soft and I know she will accept the answer whatever it is.

"No, not now. Tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, of course, what do you want to do now? Just drink tea and watch a TV? Or do you want something to eat? I have macaroni in the fridge.''

''No thank you I'm not hungry.'' We stand still between the stairs and de livingroom.

''Is it okay if Jason comes over?'' I ask. I hope she doesn't say no because he is probably already on his way. The image of his eyes going wide for a second appears in my head. ''He was also there,'' I add.

"Yes, of course, just don't make it too late and stay downstairs in the living room. You all have to be there for each other that will help. And especially for Indira."

"Yes,'' I agree. The rest of the girls haven't said anything either. I think everyone will start talking again tomorrow. I'll call Indira tomorrow too.

"Ok, then we will talk tomorrow," It seems like she still wants to say a lot and asks and I understand that. "See you tomorrow and sleep well, you can always wake me up if you need something."

"Thank you mom, goodnight."

She walks upstairs and closes the door between the hall and the living room.

I sit down on the couch. Now that she is gone it is dead quiet in the living room. Looking at the window I see that it is already dark outside. A shiver runs through my body and I feel my blood starts to flow faster. I sit on the couch and make myself small.

I hear screams in my head. The scent of blood around me and I feel the rain on my skin. I see the body of Anaya in front of me. Her ruptured clothes. Her eyes were still wide open. I feel my hands sweat and my eyes burn while I stare into the darkness.

Then my phone lights up.
J

Jason:

I'm here

I swallow, wipe my hands over my face before getting up. When I open the door I see him. His face is pale and his hair is messy. He is wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants.

"Hai," he says when he looks at me. His eyes look sad. It seems like I haven't seen his face for a long time.

"Hai," I step aside so that he can come in. When he comes in, he closes the door and takes off his shoes. He follows me into the living room,  I see him looking around in the refection of the mirror.

"Are your mother and sister already sleeping?" He asks when he notices that the living room is empty.

"No, my mom just got upstairs and my sister is in her room."  He follows me to the coach.

"Ohw," He sounds a little uncomfortable. I don't know if that is because of the fact that he is in my house or the situation we're in.

''Would you like some tea?'' I do feel like tea because mine is already cold and I got cold from standing at the door. I walk to the kitchen.

"Uhm yes please." He says and follows me into the kitchen. I fill the kettle and prepare two mugs. He is standing next to me and leaning against the counter to see what I am doing. With his eyes on me, I would normally become very aware of what I look like. I am wearing tight sweatpants with a way too large black T-shirt. My hair is loose and is still wet from the shower I took.

I take the box of tea and I pick one bag of Indian tea.

"Which one do you want?" He looks at my face as if he doesn't realize that I have asked him something. Then he takes a bag without really looking at it and hands it to me with a short smile. I look at the bag and read the card.

"We really have at least 50 sorts of tea and you choose beetroot tea?"I press my lips together into a smile and look at him curiously. He tries not to show that he didn't mean to pick that one, because he didn't pay attention. His eyes quickly shoot at that bag.

''Yes,'' he nods.

''Okay,'' The water is cooked so I pour it in the cups. When I dip Jason's bag of tea in the hot water a deep red color takes over, spreading quickly. I shake my head and look away. Making my own tea too.

I am hungry, but I don't feel like macaroni. I walk to the cake/candy cupboard and open it.

"What do you like, cake, sweets, chocolate or chips? "

"It doesn't matter, grab whatever you like," he answers. Well, that means I have to grab everything.

Chips and chocolate are on the top shelf, I usually climb on the counter if I want to take something off that shelf. So I do that now.

I hear a soft laugh from behind me

"I can help you," He walks over to me now. I'm sitting on my knees on the edge of the counter. I just grab some of everything, candy, a chocolate bar and a bag of chips and of course my cookies. But now my hands are full and I can't get down. I wanna ask Jason if he can take the bag of chips from me so one hand is free.

"Uhm you can ..." before I can finish my sentence I feel his hands around my waist helping me down.

"Thank you," a small laugh leaves my mouth. He smiles and then takes a few things from my hands.

I don't understand his facial expression. His eyes are soft and he keeps smiling but he is not there with his head.

I grab my cup of tea and so does he. "Come," I walk back to the living room and sit on the couch. All the way in the corner where I just sat nestled in my blankets. He also sits down but not beside me. He's on the other half of the couch.

I brought his coat down so he won't forget it.

"Thanks for letting me wear your coat,'' I look at the chair it's hanging over so it drys quicker. ''Don't forget it, I'm pretty sure you're gonna need it.'' I look at the window now.

He just nods.

I stare at the black screen of the tv. "Shall we watch a movie?" I ask.

''Yeah, sure,''

I grab the remote control and go to the search bar.

''Do you have a preference?'

"We can continue watching twilight." he jokes.

A smile appears on my face and I look at him for a moment. His eyes are already focused on me.

I pick just a random movie called #realityhigh and sit comfortably. The role of vanilla cookies lies between us on the couch. I throw the bag of chips and the chocolate bar at him. He stops staring when the chocolate bar lands in front of him and the bag of chips hits him. See if he is such a person who gets angry about such little things, I know he won't. He smiles and opens the bag of chips.

We are silent for a moment and watch the TV while the film starts. My eyes are focused on the screen but I don't see what happens. My head is not thinking about anything. I just sit and stare. I want to talk to Jason but I don't know what's wrong, I just can't start a conversation.

He sits down more comfortably again and holds the mug between his hands.

''And?'' I turn to him when he takes a sip. ''Is it drinkable?" I suppress my smile because I am almost certain that beetroot tea is not tasty.

"Yes," he nods and smiles genuinely. I think he means

"Seriously?"

"Yes, I really like it.'' He laughs now.

Wow, he really likes those kinds off drinks.

''Of course, you do, Dr, frizz'' I laugh and roll my eyes.

He takes another sip and smiles at what I said. ''Don't you think so?"

"No idea, I never tried it." He holds up his mug to me.

''No thanks.''

"You will only know if you try it." He smiles and the dimples appear in his cheeks.

"Humm, I no longer trust you when it comes to drinks."I bite my teeth and shake my head.

His smile disappears and he looks down faking a sad look. "Ohw, that hurts," placing his hand on his chest.

I burst out in laughter. Wow that was so un Jason like. I cover my mouth with my hand when I remember that the others are sleeping. He looks at me and laughs too.

I slide closer to him so that I can take the mug. When he notices it he holds the mug up to me again. I take a sip and before you the nasty beet flavor can spread in my mouth I swallow it.

He keeps his eyes on we while I move to lean back again and ignore his curious look.

''So?'' he asks with a grin on his face.

I press my lips together and then look at him again. "Very tasty."

He laughs and shakes his head. "You're a bad liar." He says before taking another sip.

I take my mug from the coffee table and take a sip. This is a nice tea.

"Taste my tea?" I turn to him again and hold my mug to his mouth. He moves closer so he can take a sip.

''And?''

''Ohw this is nice." he licks his lips and nods.

"Better than yours?'' I continue drinking my tea and grab a vanilla cookie.

He looks right above him, ''Hmmm...'' he looks like an animated character who is thinking, with a cloud of thought above his head. ''I think they are equal to each other. I would pick yours the next time.'' He looks at me again when he speaks.

Next time.

I smile at him, and we both turn to the screen again.

I like having him here. Talking to him made me totally forget about today. But the thing is, I can't forget about it. I have to go over it again, maybe multiple times with the police and I'm sure my friends wanna talk about it too. My mom and sister also want to and it will be in the news tonight or tomorrow. I know I will never forget that image. I know that it won't leave me and I won't get over it especially when the murderer is still walking around freely.

"Cira."

I look around and see that he is turned towards me.

"Do you wanna talk about it?'' he looks a little bit unsure.

Do I? Or do I wanna hold off talking about it until it's necessary. Will I be able to sleep tonight? Would talking about it help?

He keeps his eyes on my face.

''I think we should,'' he finally says when I didn't replay.

Does he want to talk about it? It's also a traumatic experience for him. He has seen someone killed before and that is his mother. Maybe this made him think about that. Selfish of me that I haven't thought of that.

I now turn to him and crossing my legs like I'm meditating.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He narrows his eyes a little, he didn't expect this question. ''Yes, sure,''

We look at each other, neither of us says anything. So far the talking about it. We both wait for the other one to say something.

I'm asking the first question. "Did you expect that she would be dead?"

He is silent and thinks for a moment."I had hoped that wouldn't the case, but I knew there was a chance. That chance is bigger now because of the murders that are taking place now a day." He doesn't break eye contact while talking.

I nod because that makes sense. I didn't let myself think it today. Maybe I would have thought it if we still hadn't found her in a week. It was only one day and we found out right away.

"I just don't get it, why would anyone want to kill her? I'm pretty sure it wasn't an accident." I'm looking away now. "And why that way? Because it wasn't just one wound that killed her. Her entire body was mutilated. "I feel my eyes starting to burn again."What was the reason for doing this?"

He pushes his palms together, intertwines his fingers and lays his hands on his lap while he watches me.

"Nothing,'' his voice is calm, ''It doesn't matter if she had done something. This is never justified. She probably wouldn't have known them. That killer would have no reason. He's just a psychopath if you do something like that." he spits the words out. I hear the disgust in his voice but he keeps talking in a calm tone and pace.

"This has been going on for months and nobody has arrested yet. How is that possible? How can they not have leads?" I turn to sit forward again with my knees up. ''How is it possible that thinks like this happen and they haven't done anything get to stop it? The first funeral I'm going to is the one of an innocent 14-year-old girl.'' My eyes fill with tears and I let them.

I feel his eyes still on me, watching me carefully. He squeezes his hands tighter.

"They are negligent but hopefully this will open their eyes." His voice sounds a little less calm and more sad.

I look up at him again and see him staring at me with pity in his eyes. His eyes are comforting to stare in but still, I look away again.

''Well, this is just so...'' I blink and feel the tears rowling down my cheeks. ''so fucked up.'' I wipe the tears away with my sleeve. I know he won't judge me but I don't wanna be crying. "How will Indira every deal with this? How will her parents deal with the loss of their child?'' My voice breaks at the thought of Indira and her reaction keeps on replaying in m head. Her painful screams.

Suddenly I feel his hand under my knees and around my waist pulling me closer to him. When I open my eyes, him sitting directly next to him. My shoulder against his side. He has is arm on the backrest of the coach.

I look up at him so our eyes meet each other. He stares into my eyes and with his free hand, he pushes my hair behind my ear and wipes away the tear under my eyes.

''It is fucked up,'' He says and wraps his arm around my shoulders. I let my head rest against his shoulder, while he rubs his hand softly over my arm. I let the tear stream down, no use in trying to hold them back. His steady breathing calms me down. After a couple of af minutes, I open my eyes again, not moving yet. He looked so fresh when he walked in tonight and he also smells good, like sope and his normal wonderful scent.

I move again and face the tv screen, still leaning into him. He leans his head against mine and stops rubbing over my arm. I grab the chips and hold the back between us so he can also grab some if he wants. I start eating and watching the movie. He is silent, also watching the movie I guess. When he doesn't grab chips, I move the bag in front of him. He grabs some and moves his head away from mine when he starts eating.

He leans his head against mine again and breaths in. ''Your hair smells really good.'' He says, ''Like strawberry and roses.''

That is exactly what's on my shampoo bottle. I turn around to face him with a frown on my face. ''Stop smelling me,'' I laugh and feel a little subconscious. He just smiles a little at me, like what he said wasn't a little weird.

''Sorry, can't help it,'' he chuckles soft and brushes his hand through my hair.

''Well, thanks, It's my shampoo.'' I close my eyes, I'm so gonna fall asleep if he keeps brushing through my hair. ''You also smell good, like wolf flower and soap.''

I hear him laugh, ''Who is smelling who now?''

I smile and open my eyes again, feeling my eyelids becoming heavy again. I lean more into him turning my legs his way, away from the tv. I try to keep my eyes open but they keep closing. I will just close my eyes not falling asleep. He keeps on brushing his hand softly over my hair while he moves a little. A second later I feel the blanket over me again. I feel so warm and comfortable now.

''Thank you,'' I say, driving off.

A/N
Thanks to Lety_Ag_Lm for the cute ship/couple  name Jasira! Love it!
(Jason&Cira)