Chapter 150

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Ryder POV

"We are going to ask each other questions if I refuse to answer, I have to drink; if you refuse to answer, you eat a jelly bean," Her least favorite candy.

"Why can't I drink?" she asks.

I reply straightforward "Because you're an alcoholic,"

"But I hate jelly beans."

"I know; that's why I'm counting on you answering every one of my questions," I smile mischievously.

"What kind of questions are we asking?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Doesn't matter," I made this stupid game up; the only way to get in her head is to ask her questions, questions in the form of a game.

"Wait, so I can ask you anything?" She's going to enjoy this so much, learning any and everything about me. Luckily I have a high tolerance for alcohol; I could drink all these bottles and still be sober.

"Yes, Jayda, you can ask me anything,"

"I think I am going to like this game," she smirks.

I smile at her smile and then sit the mini tequila bottles on the coffee table, along with a box of jelly beans. We both sit on the floor, Kriss crossed, "You can start,"

She opens her mouth to ask something, but nothing comes out. She would freeze now. She has the opportunity to ask me anything, and she draws a blank "What's your favorite color?"

Really? I guess she wanted to start out simple. "Blue," I answer. "When did you first start cutting?" Just because she wanted to ask a simple question doesn't mean I have to.

"Okay, I guess you don't want to start slow,"

I already know the little details about her; I'm not going to waste my time asking things I already know, "I already know your favorite color; it's black, now can you answer my question,"

"I was thirteen," she looks down, ashamed, and then back to me, "Why did you start dating Ashley?"

"Uhm, I never dated her; she was just someone I occasionally had sex with."

"Oh,"

I ask my next question, "Why did you start cutting?"

She sighs. "Well, I started cutting because I was alone, and I thought my parents hated me. But recently, I found out that they didn't abandon me because they hated one another. My dad had an affair,"

"They finally told you?" Feels like I have been keeping that secret forever.

"What? You knew?!"

"I sort of walked in on them at the beginning of senior year," I will never get that image of them out of my head.

She pushes me back, "You knew this whole time, and you didn't say anything?!" she yells.

"It wasn't any of my business, and I swore to them I wouldn't say anything," They kept my secret from her, so I thought it was the least I could do.

"I can't believe you lied to me,"

"I didn't lie to you," I defend myself. "I just didn't tell you, there's a difference, and I didn't know the affair started five years ago, I didn't even know your mom knew," Marcus told me not to say anything to Jayda and to her mom. I thought that was because she didn't know.

She folds her arms, "So that's why he doesn't like you?"

One half of the reason, "Is that your question?"

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