It All Started with a Lie

Chapter 27

Ever has it been that love knows not it's own depth until the hour of separation.
~ Kahlil Gibran

Chapter 27
His POV
I flip the page of the book that Beatrice recommended to me almost four years ago that I never got around to reading. I should be in class, but it is much more appealing to lay in bed all day, and people are right, once you start skipping classes, it is hard to stop. I could miss the rest of the semester and only show up for exams. But my sister will have my head if I try that.

The book is not enthralling. I'd rather think about other things, like if Alexandria has been eating well, or how her rehearsals are going, but it is no longer my place to care about those things.

I thought reading would be the perfect distraction, but now I am not sure. I have not actually read a book for fun since elementary school. But movies weren't grabbing my attention and Beatrice has banned me from going to the gym until my hands start to look better. I did a number on them. And I cannot scroll on my phone because I do not have the heart to silence Alexandria's number and I know there are at least three messages from her waiting on my cell and I think that if I see them, I will cave and call her just to hear her voice again. So this is my last resort until Bea gets back from classes.

I am not sure why she decided to text me after a few days of no contact whatsoever, but she did, and I haven't looked at my phone since, trying to keep what little is left of my self control.

When I am forty minutes, and seven pages, into the book, my sister slams open my door and tosses her book bag on the floor before throwing herself on my bed. I barely avoid getting smacked in the face by her arm.

I scold her for being so rough with her newly freed leg. Just because they took the cast off does not mean she is able to be reckless. She mocks me before asking how I'm feeling.

I've promised her no more lies, so I tell her the truth when she asks, that I feel like shit. It is clearly the answer she was expecting.

She finds something on the television for us to watch before asking me how I liked the book and laughing when I tell her I haven't even finished the first chapter.

Sonny was stunned to find out I'd been seeing Alexandria behind their backs. Apparently he was not able to figure it out as easily as my sister had.

An awkward silence settles over the two of us as neither of us know what to do. I want to ask her about Alexandria, how the two of them have been doing, but I know better than to bring it up. "Oh, I almost forgot," Bea fills the silence, reaching into her jacket pocket to grab something. She doesn't make eye contact with me when she hands it to me. "Figured you would want this back."

In her hand is my necklace, which should be around Alexandria's neck, except it shouldn't be, not anymore. I take it from her quickly, tying it around my neck. "Thanks."

I want to ask how she got it. Had Alexandria given it to her when they hung out? Or had Beatrice demanded it back? "So," I start slowly, but decide better than to bring it up.

"So," she continued, "I haven't heard from her in a few days."

I start to ask why but she cuts me off, telling me how she thinks it's best that the two of them have a bit of distance. When I argue, and say that she shouldn't do that on my behalf she tells me she has made up her mind. "You're my brother, Klaus. And she hurt you. End of discussion."

She then tells me that it's not forever, that it's just a bit of space between them till they work everything out. I feel more guilty than I did when I was fucking her best friend in our living room, which I didn't think was possible.