Sinistral

Chapter Twelve

I've told you before that I hadn't trusted Zack and that had back fired. I told you that having trust in someone can be really hard. But when Zack finally told me what he had been hiding, I lost trust in him for that split second. Everything that I had for him, how I began to trust him was nearly ripped away.

I had followed my heart. I should have knew better then to start trusting someone I barley knew, a complete stranger. But you just can't help but latch onto something that feels so right at that moment in time.

It was hard to get through but I tell you it nearly ended there. It nearly all came crashing down. Mine and Zack's friendship looked like it was all over but if it had ended there I'm not sure where I would be right now. What I would have done but what I do know is friendship is a hard thing to have.

Trust has to be both ways, at least we both learnt that in the end.

We had started making our way to the first pin point on the map, the town on foot. Of course my feet and legs were already killing me and we hadn't even tracked a mile yet.

It suddenly darned on me, I didn't know anything about Zack. How he died? His life back on earth and how he was so good at getting through locked doors.

I wanted to know about Zack's life when he was alive, I figured if we were going to make this journey to the core and supposedly be heroes we had to know a little more about each other, I mean I didn't even know how old he is.

I thought I'll be brave and start the topic of conversation, I looked over at Zack and found he was also looking at me, I managed a nervous smile. "So," I stated. "What's your deal?" I asked.

Zack looked at me in confusion with one eyebrow raised. "What's my deal"? he said.

"Yeah, what's your deal, how did you end up here?"

Zack looked as if he was deep in thought and he didn't say anything for a while, I could tell he didn't want to talk about it .

"I use to be mad about cars, especially sports cars, I've always dreamt of owning one, one day," he smiled at the thought of it and looked at me. "The idiot that I am, my ego got me killed."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I accepted a race with this guy I barely knew, I wanted to win, so obviously I wasn't driving at thirty miles an hour," he managed a laugh then carried on. "Next thing I knew my brakes stop working."

Zack's face suddenly dropped, this wasn't easy for him, reliving the moment his young life was snatched from him. "I lost control, and ended up heading straight for another car at Seventy five miles an hour, I don't remember much after that."

I know it didn't make things any better or help the situation, but Zack died doing what he loved doing driving in style and showing off about it, I could tell he was thinking the same thing and I was right because he winked at me.

"How old were you, when it happened?" I ask.

"I was Eighteen, still Eighteen now," he smirked a little.

I decided to dig a little deeper. "What about your parents?" I asked.

"Didn't know them," Zack said almost immediately after I had asked the question as if he didn't care. I could feel the anger bubbling up inside him. "Mum dumped me in a care home, cause she thought I wasn't worth it." He clenched his fists and sighed. "I grew up in and out of different care homes, lived with dozens of different foster parents."

"I'm sorry," I tried, I wanted to make him feel better, I was the one responsible for making him feel like this, I had brought it up.

"Don't be," he said waving the apology off.