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chapter 20

I laid next to Jack, tangled in his skin. We didn't have sex, though I wouldn't feel guilty if we did. He had his hand on my back, drawing little circles with his thumb. I was dozing off, and he was smiling. I stared at his lips, and traced the bottom one with my finger. He smiled at me, and leaned in slowly and kissed me. I deepened the kiss, and pulled him closer to me. I loved this boy. He pulled apart, and looked at me with a satisfied smile on his face.

"What?" I asked, tracing his jaw with my thumb.

"I love you." He whispered.

I stayed quiet, and processed what he had just told me. Did he really love me? I've never felt loved before, and I didn't know what to do about my tight chest, and short breaths. So I tried my best, and spat out the words.

"I love you too..." I trailed.

"Blake..." He trailed.

I was still dozing off, so I mumbled, "Hmm?"

"Why don't you talk about your dad?"

My eyes shot wide open. I was caught off guard. Why was he asking about my dad? Was it because I never once mentioned him, and he only met my mom? Probably. He needed to know I guess. So I gathered my thoughts, and turned flat on my back. Jack propped himself on his elbow so that he was on his side, looking at me. But I wasn't looking at him, I just stared at his white ceiling. All the thoughts of my dad gathered at once, and my eyes starting rimming.

Not here Blake.

"Um... well." I breathed out.

"Did he die?" He asked oblivious. As always.

"Yeah... he did." I whispered.

"What happened?"

"He died in a car accident... when I was ten." I choked out.

"How? Was it a hit and run? Or..." He asked softly, making it easier for me to understand.

If I only knew what actually happened that night.

"I don't even know... No one will tell me. I don't even think my mom knows exactly what happened."

"What do you remember?"

"All my mom told me was that someone hurt daddy while he was in his car."

"Someone hurt him?"

"I guess. I get so angry because I want to know what happened, but no one knows. So I gave up a long time ago."

"How long ago was this?" He asked scrunching his eyebrows.

"Eight years ago." I bit my lip, and looked confused.

"What kind of car did your dad drive?" He asked getting distant from me.

I'm so confused on why he want to know this.

"'88 Chevrolet. Why?"

"Did the truck have a a red bed, and a black front?" His eyes widened a little.

My heart began to race... what the fuck?

"Yeah..." Was all I could say. It felt like my throat was on fire, and my stomach was falling.

"Oh shit." He said in a whisper.

"What?" I asked sternly.

"I know what happened to your dad." He said

"What? How?" I sat up, and moved away from him.

"Because I was there..." He said with no emotion in his voice.

What?