chapter 12

17 2 1
                                    

"Hey man, what's up?" Mason asked into the phone.

"Where you at?" I asked.

April and I were still watching him. She had dried her tears, partly soaked it on my shirt but I didn't mind. I had to still ask her why she had started crying in the first place, but then decided against it.

There was a pause on the other end. "I'm in the mall, just wandering around"

I don't trust him anymore. Not even a bit. I wanted to punch him right then and there. I moved forward, but Annora came into view behind Mason and I took a step back.

"Okay man, meet you at the car. Bring everyone." I ended the call not waiting for a response.

-

April and I both walked towards our car. I and Sam had came on a bike to the mall, but I couldn't return back the same way cause the anger pulsing through my veins would probably lead to an accident. My mind wasn't focussed to do something impulsive. I didn't want to take a risk. Especially when I had my mother praying and waiting for me to return safe back home.

After that day, I had completely stopped doing anything when I was emotionally imbalanced.

"Ethan?" Nora spoke beside me. "Everything is okay right?"

"Yeah" I spoke absent minded.

I still couldn't believe it, charlotte and Mason... well, it was fine if they were dating and all. But why would they keep it away from us? Why did he tell us he had no contact with her when clearly he did?

By the time we reached back to mason's house, I was really tired. I took a shower and put my ear phones, chose the song April had suggested for me and Nora and crashed on the bed.

-

Even though I was damn tired and needed sleep, I couldn't even blink my eye. The whole situation at the mall had me freaked out. Even though I wasn't thinking about what I had seen, I was still feeling disturbed.

Why was April crying though? Was it because she felt stupid for trusting them once upon a time? But, what if April knew something else? From what I had known, April and charlotte never had an amazing memorable conversations.

They only talked to each other at very rare circumstances. It was like that. Even though to the outside world we all seemed to resemble gods and had the perfect relationship, everything was hidden behind the smiles and ignorance.

Not everything is perfect.

I remembered the words that dad always told my little sister Sophia, whenever she fought for the most beautiful things in our household. She was just a child, ignorant of what my dad had meant. But, for the rest of us- Emily, Aaron and me, the words were etched in our minds for the rest of our lives.

I got out of the bed and stretched my whole body upwards and did some sideward bends. After brushing my messy hair and putting on my leather jacket I got out of the room. My phone's battery had almost died because I was listening to the same song over and over again. And, because I was too lost in my own thoughts I hadn't picked up the tune and not even the words.

I needed to get this out of my head. I needed to talk to someone.

But, most importantly, I needed to talk to someone I could trust.

: "fUG

Eyes deeper than the oceanWhere stories live. Discover now