Murders Of The Past

TWENTY-EIGHT

I KNOCK SOFTLY against the doorframe, watching him look up from his phone.

"Hey buddy," I say in a voice you use with a child.

"Hey." He nods before dropping his eyes back to his phone. My smile fades. What's his deal?

"Wesley." I step into the room and begin walking towards him.

"Caroline," he mutters. I stop in the middle of the room, tilting my head to the side and staring at him. He glimpses up at me before quickly looking back down.

"What?" I continue towards him until I'm at his bed and I sit down.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he shakes his head, but the frown on his face says otherwise.

"Wesley," I warn, placing my hand on his shoulder, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," he grumbles again, shrugging my hand off his shoulder. I stare at him. Well.

I stand up with a dramatic sigh and begin making my way towards the door. I glance over my shoulder at him, seeing he's focused on his phone screen. I reach for the door, then slam it shut and spin around with an evil smirk.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily!" I shout, pointing at him. After giving me a weird look he rolls his eyes and looks back down at his phone. I growl, dropping my hands at my sides and glaring at him. Now he's getting on my nerves.

"Wesley!" I howl, falling to my knees, clapping my hands together in front of me. "Tell me what is wrong!" I beg him. He shakes his head at me and stands up, walking to the door and opening it before walking back to his bed and sitting down.

"What was that?" I ask.

"What?"

"Why did you open it?" He shrugs, avoiding my eyes.

"I didn't want your husband yelling at me." I shiver. Labels. Wait a minute.

"Why would he yell at you?" Again, he shrugs.

"Why didn't you tell us you were married?" It's my turn to shrug.

"Honestly, I just wanted to forget about my life for a little while."

"Why?"

"We're not talking about me, we're talking about you." He scoffs.

"What else haven't you told me?" I narrow my eyes, my shoulders drooping. You've got to be kidding me. This guy too? "Don't tell me you have kids too." When I don't reply he glances up at me and tenses. "You have kids?" He almost shouts. I stare at him, my lip out and my arms crossed. "Oh my god, you have kids!"

I spin around and march out of the room and into the living room, opening the front door when his voice stops me.

"Caroline!" I turn around and glare at him. "Oh, you're mad at me? That is not fair. You can't be mad at me, I'm not the one keeping secrets from you!"

"You don't have any secrets?" I raise a brow, crossing my arms.

"No."

"None?"

"None." I know that's not true. Everyone has secrets. "Why didn't you tell me these things?"

"I told you, I wanted to get away from my life for a little while."

"Why? What's so bad about it?" I shake my head, looking at the ground.

"The less you know, the better."