Pocket Full of Lies

33- The truth and the Food

I have a heart of stone. Your ignorance won't deter me.

Rehaan lied down on his bed and faced the other side, completely ignoring my presence. He probably didn't realize, but his reflection was visible because of the closed window. I could clearly see his eyes open, ruining his pretense of being asleep.

Although he did do a great job at remaining still.

"Rehaan, can you please tell me what happened?" I asked, not before promising that he didn't need to talk about anything else. "I need to know the severity of the situation to inform the doctor," I told him, in hopes to change his mind.

What if he got some injury by falling that I had overlooked? Or was it his head wound that caused him to get unconscious.

"Should we just go to the hospital?" I muttered to myself. Better safe than sorry.

I came out of my thoughts to look at Rehaan. "Rehaan, I think we should—"

Before I could complete my sentence, he covered his head with the blanket, giving me his answer without uttering a single word to me.

I sighed, before exiting his room, closing the door softly behind me.

I was really worried about his health. But he wasn't responding to me at all.

At least he hasn't thrown me out of the house yet.

Taking it as a positive sign, I moved towards the kitchen to cook him some dinner. But not before shooting his primary doctor a text about the whole ordeal, at least about what I saw. I even went as far as to request him to call Rehaan, faking a regular check up.

Not to me, but Rehaan would surely answer the doctor's questions, right?

I couldn't call the doctor because I knew that Rehaan would hear everything from his room. The chances of him not responding to the doctor just because I was the one who called him were just too high. I really didn't want to take the risk.

I finally calmed down when I heard his phone ring.

Mission successful! Yay!

The doctor was kind enough to send me a message after their talk. He told me that there was nothing to worry about. But still to look out for some symptoms just in case something happened.

Relaxing after seeing his message, I immediately began my work.

Cooking was easy, getting Rehaan to eat- not so easy.

"Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. But please come out and eat," I requested gently, but when he didn't budge, I had to get stern.

Although he didn't bother looking at me, he did follow me outside to the dining table. My relief was short lived as a tear left from his eye, the moment he ate the first morsel.

I had wanted to make him feel and remember the emotions as he ate the food made by my hands. I wanted it to happen so that my lie could be protected. But look at my luck; it happened after everything went haywire.

Talk about bad timing.

Rehaan sat deep in thought, not asking me anything, but not being able to eat another morsel too.

"You hired me for the food. Because it tasted the same as my Mom's, whose food you ate ever since you could eat solid foods." I informed him on my own.

He looked up at me with curiosity, but still kept quiet. His silence was killing me. However, I still kept going, taking his silence as my punishment.

"My mom worked for your family. Our parents died on the same day. We both lost so many things that day. Our family, residence, documents, and what not. I didn't have anything and would have probably rotted on the streets if you hadn't made the decision of hiring a fifteen-year-old me.