All Just Words

CONFESSION

After a last check over from the doctor, I was finally allowed to go home along with an unholy amount of prescribed painkillers and antibiotics. Overall I feeling... well the same. Not much will change, I will still be living in the same house, with the same person, doing practically the same things. Except for one important detail, I have to confess to Alex. Easier said then done.

I look over at Charlie who has my medication in one hand and a small bag with my clothes and such in the other. She is staring straight ahead at the set of revolving doors in front of us, which lead to the outside. Her hair falling in her face, she has hardly said anything since she found out the true meaning why I was here in the first place. I can tell that she is planning the next step into keeping me safe and to confronting them. It seems all surreal that two people actually want me dead, they have tried once what's stopping them from trying again. I just want answers. The sounds of traffic nearby are getting louder and I move away from the edge as a black car with tinted windows approaches slowly beside us, but then swiftly drives past. I glance back to Charlie who is travelling closer and closer to the end of the curb. I reach out and grab her, pulling her in to my chest, just as a motorcycle comes zooming past.

"Careful that's all we need now is you getting hurt" I spoke soothingly as I held her close rubbing her back. She said nothing just looked at me with tired eyes and sighed.

Finally we reach home. I look around at the place that I haven't seen in for what seems like forever. I dropped my bag on the floor my the door and walked in inhaling the all too familiar fresh scent of a clean linen air freshener which goes off as I walk past it. It makes a different from the pungent smell of disinfectant that I had to deal with. For some reason being home feels different. It doesn't feel the same, it feels strange being back after so long. It has seemed to have lost the comfort and love that it usually has. I walk into the living room finding my space on the sofa and flung myself into the spot that I have missed so much. It is the right distance from everything, its really convenient.

After what seems hours of procrastination and thinking about what to do next. I come to the conclusion that if this plan is going to work I need to stop running from the problems and face them head on. This whole things can have one of two out comes, either Alex accepts what I have done and what is going on with Katherine and Taylor and decides to help us. OR I lose my best friend again. But I know what Alex is like. He can be a very forgiving person and always wants to help you in your troubles, yet you never see him talking about his own. I grab my phone out of my pocket and text him a simple message:

Nathan 4:00PM : Hey mate sorry I haven't spoken to you for a while something happened will explain later. Can you meet me at the Southcreek Park at 5. I really need to talk to you.

Alex seen 4:00

Alex: yeah sure is everything alright?

Nathan: Tell you later

I left the text at that.

"Babe you ok? have you spoke to Alex?" Charlie questioned with a tea towel and glass in her hand.

"Yeah just messaged him. You should have told me you were washing up I could have helped you" I got up placing my hands on her shoulders.

"It was only a few things anyway. When are you meeting him?"

"Southcreek at 5" I told her. She drew her focus to the glass in her hand her finger circling the rim of it. She seems worried and so am I, but at least we both know that by doing this will help us getting one step further away from making sure that they are out of our lives. For good.

***

Southcreek park. A beloved and familiar place where me and Alex used to hang out when we were kids and where me and Charlie carved our names into the oak tree which stands in the centre of the park. Endless amounts of weaved gravel paths all interlinking, the wooden benches dotted every few meters also with carvings and markings on them. Then there was the play park. With the slowly rusting seesaw and other pieces of climbing equipment. But there sat on a single swing, with his feet firmly planted on the ground, hair messy and unkempt was the guy who I have known forever. Seeing him sit like that takes me back to when we were younger.