The Truth Always Seems To Hurt ((Closed))

[wendi]

Wendi carried her things into the house with solemn look on her face. She was back. After everything that had happened, she as back. Wendi looked around the house as she closed the door behind her, but she didn’t hear a thing, not a peep. Wendi sighed dropping her bags at the door. “Jami!” She called. No response. Wendi made her way over to the stairs. “Jami!” Again no answer. Wendi sighed wishing that her big brother was around to levitate her bags up stars. Alas, she would have to do it the muggle way. Wendi lifted the bags and started to make her way up to her room. She sighed all the way eyeing the moving photographs as she walked. It took Wendi a minute or two to make her way to the tippy top step, but finally she had made it. Wendi then walked across the hall to her lavender colored room. She rolled her eyes at all of the lavender things about the place. What had she been thinking? Lavender and yellow? Wendi decided that she would redo her room just as she threw her bags onto her bed. She then laid on the empty space. When had things come to this? Why had everything changed? Wendi didn’t have the answers, but she wished that she did. She then rolled over on the bed and shut her eyes. It was near darkness. Wendi wondered where Jamison was off to. She wasn’t too worried though. She closed her eyes needing to get some rest. She would have a lot of explaining to do.

“Wendi?” A voice asked through the darkness. Suddenly, light entered Wendi’s eyes and she was forced to open them. She wiped her vision back. “Jami?” She asked turning to face the figure. He nodded. “Yea. What are you doing here?” He asked. Wendi sat up still half-asleep. “Why are you in so late?” She asked being Wendi as she was. He sighed, “I was in Hogsmeade.” He explained. “Right..” She smiled sarcastically. “Wendi.” He said sternly wanting to know why she was back early from the McDuff mansion. “Me and Carr broke up.” She said sighing. “What?” Jamison asked surprised taking a seat next to her on the bed. “Yea..” She went on. “What?” Jamison said still shocked. “You said that you weren’t dating Carr..” He said sternly. Wendi sighed. “I wasn’t when you asked, but then I was and now I’m not..” She said. “Why?” Jamison asked. She sighed. “It’s complicated..” She said knowing that she would have to explain herself. “Wendi..” Jamison went on. “Okay, okay. I’ll explain.” She sighed again not wanting to tell the story, but sucking up her pride.

“Emory was working for Keith..” Wendi told him. Jamison looked shook for a moment. “Carr’s brother?” He asked. Wendi nodded. “So does that mean..” Jamison looked confused. “No, no. Carr wasn’t working for Keith. Carr and Emory didn’t talk much really. It was just Emory.” She told him. Jamison nodded. “So, what happened after you found this out.” Wendi sighed thinking back to a few days before. “Well, Emory left when I told him that Keith was just using him. I told him that Keith would use him to get close to me and then he wouldn’t have any further use for Emory.” Jamison nodded. “Well, right after I told him, he left.” Wendi paused for a moment wondering if her brother would break in, but he didn’t. “Carr went looking for him.” Wendi said after a moment. Jamison looked shocked that Carr would do that, but he knew Wendi was telling the truth. “So, why did you guys break up?” The question was finally asked. Why did Wendi and Carr not seem to look at each other in the face any longer. Why were things so different for them now. “Jami..” Wendi started. “Keith killed Emory..”

“What?” Jamison asked after a paused. Wendi nodded. “Carr found him in the woods by Hogsmeade. Apparently, that is where Keith has been hiding out. Keith was gone when Carr got there, but Emory’s body was there and it killed Carr to look at him.” She trembled a bit. “It Carr okay?” He asked. “Not really.” She said sighing. “They didn’t get a long well, but they were family. Carr loved Emory.” Wendi paused. “I hate Keith.” She said under her breath. “I mean, I didn’t like Emory, but did Keith have to kill him? Why does he have to ruin everything?” She asked on the verge of tears. Jamison then wrapped his arms around his sister. “Because that is the kind of guy he is. Wendi he’s evil, he isn’t like the rest of us. It is clear that he wants something. And he wants to use you to get it.” Wendi nodded. She knew all this, but she still didn’t know why Emory had to dye. She sighed. “He ruined everything you know?” Jamison nodded. He did know Keith tended to do that a lot.

Jamison sighed. “So, is that why you and Carr broke up?” He asked. Wendi eyed him. “Yes and know. Well, the fact is, I’m really not ready for a boyfriend. I just couldn’t see this for myself until Emory’s death. It changed Carr a bit, Jame.” She sighed. “I think a part of him died with Emory.” Jamison nodded sort of understanding. “I felt as if Carr would stop looking to me as Wendi..” Jamison looked confused for a second, then realized what she meant. “I felt as if he would look at me as Wendi, the murder Keith’s niece. And while, he said that he would never think that, I could already feel him thinking it.” Wendi looked to her brother. “Maybe one day, I’ll feel differently. With time, maybe I won’t feel like Carr wants anyone associated with Keith dead. But, right now, that is how I feel.” She paused. “And I really don’t see that changing anytime soon.” Wendi felt a tear leave her eye. “I really cared about him, you know.” She cried into Jamison’s arms. He nodded. “I know.”

[wendi]

Wendi had woken up he next morning at five o’clock. She felt restless, but not tired. She couldn’t seem to sit still nor did she really want to. So, that was when it started. The Wendi change. She felt tired with who she was, who she had become with Carr. She had become the clothes obsessed, boring pure-blood girl that she never wanted to be. Maybe he wasn’t so great for her as she had thought he was. With him, Wendi wasn’t the girl who could brush through her hair a few times for it to be perfect it her eyes. She missed that girl. And for the first time in months, Wendi was going to do something to get her back. Wendi pilled of her clothing into the center of the bed. She didn’t want any of. She knew it seemed selfish to go out and buys new clothes, but she had an idea for that. Wendi walked to her dresser and pulled out a purple sack that held a large wad of cash. Keith was good for something. Keith had been sending Wendi money for years hoping to earn her trust. And while it didn’t work, Wendi had kept it. This was the time to use it. Wendi looked at the pile of clothes that would go to charity. This was for the best. Maybe Wendi could bet the girl she once was. All she had to do was try.

Wendi pulled her ski cap over her head. She liked the way it felt on her skin. She was glad that she was finally out of the expensive clothing that she had felt made her seem grown up. She didn’t need any of that stuff anymore. That girl wasn’t around anymore. Wendi much preferred the new cotton based clothing she wore that didn’t make her skin itch. She smiled to herself feeling good about what she had just accomplished. She looked to the bags feeling guilty for spending a bit of money, but then realizing that it was Keith’s. She smiled. No need to feel guilty. None at all. Wendi hoped that people would benefit from the clothes she had donated. They were more fancy than some of those people needed, but she hoped that they enjoyed them. Inside, Wendi feel felt like she had wasted clothes, but then the thought that other people who needed them more would be wearing them made her feel better. She smiled to herself. This could work, couldn’t it? It seemed more possible than Wendi had thought.

“What are you doing?” Jamison asked entering Wendi’s room a few hours after her shopping spree. “I hated the color of the walls.” She said painting over the lavender walls with a deep, dark midnight blue shade. “Why blue?” Jami asked yawning. “Because I like it and plus it is your house so Keith is bound it hate it.” She smirked. Jamison laughed. He eyed her. “You know, you can hate him all you want, but don’t do anything stupid okay.” Wendi nodded after thinking for a moment. “I won’t it he leaves me alone. If her approaches me, I won’t just sit quiet and shut up.” She told him. Jamison sighed. “Fair enough.” He said finally. “Need any help?” He asked eyeing his sister. She smiled looking to her brother. “Thanks.” She smiled as he got out her wand and started helping her put the new shade on the wall the fast way. Wendi used to hate it when Jami helped her, but she knew she needed him. She really, really did.

“Like it?” Jamison asked lying down on Wendi’s new lighter blue comforter. She nodded looking at the new walls. For a final touch, Jami had added bright silver stars to the walls. The shined adding a time touch, but when Wendi clapped, then would go out. “I really do.” She said giving her brother a hug. “Wendi..” Jamison called. “Yes?” Jamison looked at his sister. “Is this all because of Carr?” He asked finally. Wendi though for a moment with an odd look on her face. “Yes and no I guess. Jame, I cared about Carr, but I care about me to. I was loosing touch with Carr. I was growing up too fast and leaving Wendi behind. I can’t do that. Wendi reminds me of mum and dad. I can’t loose her.” She smiled a bit. Jami smiled and then looked sad. “So do you not want to grow up?” He asked. She sighed. “I do.” She paused and smiled to him. “Just not in a hurry.” Jamison looked to his baby sister. “Wendi Parson?” She sighed. “Yes?” “You are a smart lady.”