The Truth

chapter eight: truth or dare

I look at the clock and wish it wasn't so early. I don't want to be awake at all.

It's 5:45. Pretty sure I slept for two hours last night. I can't be sure though, I never looked at the clock.

I grab the blankets off the floor and make my bed. I know damn well I'll be back on his floor tonight. I would have just left them on the floor but I don't want it to be found, nor do I want to explain it.

I grab my book and my phone and walk into the living room. Quinns not here anymore and neither are his things.

I'm not surprised.

I want to know what keeps him awake at night but I don't want to ask. I don't like talking about me so I won't ask him.

I sit on the couch Quinn was on last night. I never sit here but for some reason I chose it.

I open my book and set it down right away. I don't want to read. I don't want to do anything, so I sit here waiting for something without even knowing what.

I look around and sigh. Maybe it's nice out. I get up and open the door to the patio. It's not too bad.

I grab my things and step outside.

I sit in my spot. Looking out at the still lake. I take in the morning air and lay on my back.

A butterfly lands on a flower next to me. I don't think it knows I'm here.

I look at it.

I wonder what it would be like to be a butterfly. To have no worries. Be able to fucking fly. I want to be able to fly. My, that would be so cool. I would never use my legs again.

It flies away and I follow it with my eyes until it disappears on the other side of the cabin. I love butterflies. They're pretty, and unbothered.

How can a butterfly be unbothered?

Don't fucking know.

My back hurts. I'm not used to sleeping on the floor. I sit up and try to crack my back. No luck. I grab my book once again.

I make it through a chapter and a half before I hear sounds coming from inside. They didn't even have the decency to wait to make sounds until I was finished with my chapter.

Not very nice.

I close it, not even bothering to mark my page. I've read this book many times to know what's happening wherever I decide to continue reading.

This is weird to me because I don't particularly like reading but this book I'll read over and over again. I'm not bored of it.

I love it so much.

I stand up wanting to see who it is. I don't know why I have to check because deep down I know.

I sit back down. I don't want to talk to him. If he finds me he finds me, but I won't go in unless I need to.

I pull my book out and open it to a random page. I begin to read and am once again interrupted. He should really be quiet, it's almost like um I don't know, early.

I don't try reading again. I just sit. Something I do love. Then I hear him open the door.

Shit.

He was supposed to stay doing his own thing. Not come out here.

"You are out here," he says.

"Honestly so weird."

He laughs.

I do like his laugh.

Stop.

He got real needs to stay in his lane. Go back inside. I am full of good ideas. Him going inside is one of the best.