The Secrets Of Journey Reynolds

Chapter 5: Sneaking Out

I looked at his glowing hazel eyes and ran to the window as he knocked at it furiously. I opened it, "what are you doing here?"

Without answering my question he hopped into my basement and shut the window. He covered my mouth and pushed me against the wall, "don't ask questions," he breathed heavily as if he'd been running, "if I take away my hand what will you do?"

I shook my head, "I guess you can't really tell me huh?" He said and I shook my head again. He took his hand away, allowing me to talk.

"It doesn't matter if we talk, the basement is sound proof," I walked over to the piano and closed the cover, sitting down at the bench, "why are you here?"

He stood against the wall with his arms crossed on his chest. He was wearing the same thing as earlier, but his hair was down, "no reason," I knew that tone. It was a lying tone. I was very familiar with it.

I raised an eyebrow, "Terrance, the truth. Now."

He sighed, "I was...with friends and we had a disagreement."

"What kind of disagreement?"

He thought for a moment then avoided my question, "so how's your piano playing?"

I sighed and snapped at him, "answer the question Terrance."

He sighed, "okay fine," he hesitated, "they don't like the price for my drugs."

I was struck by the words like lightning, "dr-drugs?"

He nodded slowly and looked at the ground, "don't tell anyone, okay? I'm only supposed to do drugs, not sell them."

I immediately answered, "I won't tell."

"Tha-"

"F-for a price."

"What price?"

"I...I want some..."

"Some what?"

"D...drugs..." 

"What?" He said looking me straight in the eyes, "no, I can't do that. I can't give you drugs Journey," his tone was harsh and his face screamed with seriousness.

I didn't respond and just turned around to face my piano. I lifted the cover and stared at the keys.

"Journey are you all right?" Terrance asked with concern clear in his voice. I gave no response.

"I'm going to play my piano now," I said as I began playing a song. A few moments later he sat down next to me on the bench.

"Journey," he said at the end of the song, "I want to know why."

"Why what?" I said, confused.

"Why you seem so...fine? Your parents...they're gone, why are you fine?" I started to hold back tears, I couldn't let him know. I didn't say a word and after what seemed like forever he spoke, "Journey, come on, tell me," he put his hand on my thigh, "please?"

"I...I can't..." I said as tears dripped from my eyes and to the piano cover. He took me in his arms and I put my head against his chest.

No words were spoken from either of us for some time, even when my crying stopped he still held me.

His voice broke the hour of silence, "I should get going," he let me go which made me a little sad.

"Could you stay...?" I said not trying to sound desperate.

"No," he said and I looked down, "but would you like to come with me?"

My head shot up and he smiled, "to do what?"