"and so the river runs with all of our secrets."
Knox Whiley; left ashamed and traumatized. Being the one that looks out for everyone he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and burdens no one should have to carry. Life for him is an end...
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K N O X p a s t
"Holy shit." Matty's jaw drops. "Dude, what happened? Are you okay?" He leans closer when I don't answer him. "Man, you reek. What have you been drinking? You don't drink."
I stumble into the locker. He pulls me aside. "Are you drunk?" He glances around for peering eyes. "Come on man, you're going to get yourself into serious trouble." He whispers.
"I don't care." I grin.
"This isn't like you. What's going on?"
Wilson eyeballs me from down the hall. He takes notice of Matty's worried look. "Come with me, Mr. Whiley." He grabs my arm to help stabilize me and leads me to his office. Once he helps me into a chair he kicks the door stop up.
He takes a seat on the coffee table in front of me, locking his fingers together. "Knox. Are you alright?"
"Oh yeah, just peachy."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
Leaning forward I rub my eyes with my palms. "Take a guess, Wilson."
"Knox," He sighs heavily, you can tell he looks deeply troubled. He clears his throat and is quick to rub his eye. "Did your father also give you all these injuries?"
His eyes meet mine and I nod. He murmurs something beneath his breath. Hopping up he pours hot water into two mugs, laying my cup on the coffee table in front of me. "Please, drink." He gestures.
"Should I be worried you spiked my cup?" I laugh.
He doesn't laugh in return. "Passionflower tea," he clarifies.
I grip the mug with my left hand and blow on the steaming tea before taking a sip. "Not bad."
He jumps out of his chair and grabs my wrist, pulling my hand closer to his face. "You're bleeding through your bandage."
Sure enough, he's right, how I didn't realize I couldn't tell you. It's soaked through the gauze and bandage and even dripped down my jeans. He grabs his glasses from his collar and slides them on before taking my dressing off. "This looks like a knife wound." His brown eyes turn to me.
"Yeah."
"Henry stabbed you?"
"Bingo." I make a pop sound and do finger guns.
He looks irritated, "What else did he do?"
"Beat my head against the tile, cut my face, stabbed me in the abdomen."
