Waiting outside the lines

Chapter 15

"What happened with Jakey?" My brother says looking at me sadly.
I try to think of what to say to my brother. "Um.. Well he.. had something to do for his.. mom but he.. didn't want to go do it because.. he wanted to um.. fix the door first"
"Why didn't you just let him fix the door then go?"
"Because.. I remember his mom saying that.. it was important that um.. he got there on time to help. Soo.. I had to.. kick him out. I did it for his mom." I smile innocently and hope my little brother falls for it.
He looks at the floor with a sad face, "Are you lying to me Sissy?"
I go up and hug him. "No no I wouldn't lie to you.." A wave of guilt hits me as I finish my sentence. I've been lying to my brother so much lately. And I'm lying to him right now. "How about we go get some ice cream before you go to school. Does that sound good?"
He looks up at me with excitement. "Yea ice cream!" Then I think about Wayne who's still in my room.
"Okay how about you go get ready and we'll leave in a little bit. I'm gonna go get ready too but I might take a while."
"Ok." He says as he walks upstairs to his room. I check to see if all the locks are locked again and the windows.
Just like last night. A wave of fear hits me and I start shaking. I try to let it go and go upstairs to my room. As I open the door to my room I see my hand still shaking as it reaches for the door knob. I try to stop and open the door. When I close it I quietly say,"Wayne? You can come out now. It's just me."
I hear the door of the bathroom open and see Wayne come out. I smile. "Hey I'm gonna take my brother out for ice cream. Why don't you come?" He looks at me with a confused angry look. "What? What's wrong?" I ask.
"I should be asking you the same thing."
I try to act confused but I knew what he was taking about."What do you mean?" He pulls the trash can out from the bathroom and shows me the bloody cloth inside it that I had on my stomach last night. "Do you want to explain this?"
---------WAYNE'S POV--------

I can tell she doesn't know what to say. She just stands there with a worried look on her face. "Uuum... Ever heard of a period?" She says shrugging.
That makes me even more mad. Does she really think I'm that stupid?!
"Not funny! What happened?!" I practically yell. I see her hands start to shake and she start breathing harder. I knew she probably had anxiety problems and I wasn't helping. I feel bad but I'm so angry it's only for a second. Then my eyes are full of fury again. "Um.." She starts her lie,"Um there was a vase.. that fell and I cut myself. Th-that's what was on my neck. I-I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry." I'm not completely convinced and she knew it. "And your arms.. Is that why you changed last night?.. You have a cut on your arms?" I ask her, hoping I'll actually get the truth this time.
She doesn't look at me. She looks everywhere but at me. I feel my face get red with anger and my grip tighten on the trash can. I start breathing hard, trying to hold back my rage.
What happened that's so horrible she's lying to me about it?? I trusted her enough to come here and now I'm getting lies? I trust her! I don't understand why she doesn't trust me! I've done nothing wrong.... Well....

My anger builds up more and more as she doesn't answer me. "Are you going to answer me or not?" I say impatiently. "Yes. I did get cut there too.. I also got one on my stomach. It was pretty deep. That's why there's so much blood." She says still not looking at me.
Something's wrong (obviously). I don't know what happened but I know something's wrong for sure. More than just a vase or cuts. Something's going on and I am going to find out what.
I try to calm down and put the trash can down. "Why don't I believe you?" I say walking towards her. She still doesn't look at me. She shrugs,"I don't know." I'm right in front of her now. I reach for the sleeve of her shirt "Let me see your arms." But she pulls away and yells,"No! Why?" She finally looks at me and I can see the fear in her eyes. I feel my anger rise up in my again."You're lying to me. Why are you lying to me? What happened?!" I was in her face now. Her voice cracks a little as she talks,"Why would I lie? I just don't want you to see how bad it looks."
I look her in the eyes, full of anger, and say,"I don't believe you." She doesn't look at me or say anything so I continue,"How can I trust you if you don't trust me?"
"But I do tru-"
"Then why aren't you telling me the truth?!" I yell, interrupting her.
Her eyes get glossy and a few tears roll down her cheek. She turns around hiding her face from me and runs her hands through her hair in frustration.
The guilt hits me instantly and I feel horrible but still angry. I didn't mean to yell at her that loudly. I just really want to be able to trust her. I want her to know about my past. We could be so much closer and it would be so much easier for me to talk to her if she knew everything.
I walk towards her and turn her around so we are face to face. "What's going on?" I ask her softly.
She hesitates. "You're right I'm sorry." She still doesn't look at me. She's silent. I look at her expectantly and she begins. "Ok.. Yesterday
I.." But she stops when she hears her brother at the door.
---------JANET'S POV---------

I sigh a sigh of relief but Wayne doesn't look so happy.
He turns around and it's his turn to run his hands through his hair in frustration.
"Sissy are you ready noooow?"
"Not yet. Don't come in. I'll be right out." Wayne opens the door to the bathroom, about to walk in, but I grab his arm before he can. "Wayne.." I say softly but I don't know what to say. I want to tell him and I feel bad that he's frustrated. I should have told him when it all happened. Everything would have been easier.
He looks at me expectantly but loses his patience and pulls his arm back. He walks into the bathroom and slams the door.
"You okay sissy?!" my brother asks from behind the door of my room.
My voice cracks as I say,"Yea I'm fine the door just slipped from my hands."
I rub my eyes to try to keep from crying. I feel horrible. Wayne trusted me and was gonna trust me with something that's apparently really important. How could I not tell him what happened to me?
I try to calm down as I change my clothes. I hear my brother still at the door so I open it to let him in. He walks in happily and looks around as if looking for something. Then he turns towards me and smiles. "Are you ready nooow?"
"Almost." I say trying to smile. I have a feeling it came off kinda fake though because my brother frowns and asks,"Is everything okay Sis?"
I try to give the best real smile I can and say, "Everything's perfect." As soon as I say perfect I hear a loud noise come from the bathroom. "What was that?" my brother asks grabbing the door knob. He's about to open the door but I grab his hand. I pull it back but it was too late. The door was open but not all the way. I turn my brother so he's facing me and has his back to the bathroom door. I push the door so it closes, kneel down in font of my brother and say,"Um.. it was probably my hair brush. I put it on the edge of the counter when I went to open the door for you." I laugh uncomfortably and go on,"You know I still have to brush my teeth so why don't you go outside and I'll be right out." He nods his head and puts his hands on my shoulders like I was doing to him and says,"Yea, you should go brush your teeth." He turns around and walks out leaving me with my mouth wide open. I check my breath which seems fine. I shrug but then realize Wayne probably heard that. I sigh and walk into the bathroom. I walk in and see a mess of my stuff in front of me and Wayne sitting at the end of the bathroom with his knees to his chest and his hands covering his face.
"What happened in here?!" I practically yell. I lower my voice realizing my brother is probably still outside my door. "Wayne what happened?" He looks up at me and looks around surprised. "Geez did I do this?" I look at him confused. "Well yea. You were the only one in here." How did he not know what happened? Was he just playing dumb?
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry." He says getting up and looking around. He grabs my arm apologetically and says," I just kicked the side of the counter. It must have hit other things and made them fall. Sorry."
As soon as he grabbed my arm I felt a chill go down my spine but felt a warm safe feeling at the same time. Like that one night when he put his hand on my shoulder and when he put his arm around me.
I try to hide the feeling and say,"Don't worry about it. I don't blame you for being mad." His hand is still touching my arm gently.

I had a shirt on that was long enough to cover the red marks so Wayne couldn't see them. That was good so we wouldn't start arguing again.

"No I'm so sorry! I'll pick it all up. I promise." He bends down and starts picking things up.
Thank goodness there wasn't anything embarrassing that had fallen. It was just some toothpaste, lotion, mouthwash, and other regular stuff you might have on your bathroom counter.
He keeps picking things up and I put my hand on his back. I tell him that it was fine and that we could pick it up later.
"No I'll just do it really quick." He says picking up a bottle of lotion. I bend down too and lower the bottle to put it back on the ground. As I do, my hand touches his and without realizing I keep it there for longer then I need to. He looks at me and puts the stuff he's holding down. I move my hand away, stand up straight and apologize. He stands up too and smiles at me. He laughs a little and says its fine. He grabs my hand and looks deep into my eyes. I do the same but then I feel a flood of guilt.
Wayne wouldn't be doing this if he knew what happened. He probably wouldn't even look at me.
He start moving closer to me and I realize he is about to kiss me. I start moving in too but then feel guilty again. I panic and pull my hand back. He stops and I take a step back and say, "We should go. I promised my brother I would take him to ice cream and your coming with us." I walk out leaving Wayne standing there, probably really confused.