Looks Can Be Deceiving

C H A P T E R 11

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You can love somebody for their wealth or through sickness and in health.
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We've arrived back at Williams house in a nick of time. He didn't bother saying a word to anyone as he practically jumped out of the car. But nobody bothered saying anything to him either. We carried ourselves into the house like luggage as we dragged our feet across the bricked pathway.

Nobody said a word as we crossed the threshold of Williams empty home. Not even Jazzy bothered to cut the chilling silence that grew upon us all. We all walked into the house and found ourselves propped down onto the long, cold couch. Everyone looking at each other but not bothering to say anything.

So what now? I wanted to ask but I couldn't bring myself to it. Nobody would answer me anyways. The only person that would give me at least close to what I wanted to hear was somewhere being him. A loner. Stuck in what he believe to be the way to live. I wouldn't try to change it, I would never try to change that.

  "Could I have a sandwich, please?" Jazzy finally cuts through the tense silence. She looked between Ron, Leo, and I expectantly. Finally, for some reason, settling on Leo.

He grumbled something under his breath that     went unheard by me before looking to Jazzy again. "Come on, kid."

They walked away leaving behind Ron and I. He smiled a great big smile as he looked at me. "Is it just me or do you feel the tension too?" I looked away from his stupidly large smile, trying to fight my own, as I nodded in response. "Do you want to take a walk with me?"

  "Sure." was my response.

"Well in order to do that we would have to stand up." He smiled that smile again.

   This time I did smile as I stood to my feet. "Right."

We made our way through the hallways and through the back door. Which was the glass slide door in the kitchen. The Skylight illuminated the back patio as we trudged ourselves around.

"You know what surprised me about you?" Ron picked up a random rock and chucked it far across the long field. He peeked over at me before picking up another random rock.

"What?" I ask curiously, watching as the rock he threw flew through the air and then vanished out of sight. I tried doing it myself but it only landed a couple feet away.

We both chuckled.

"You don't put up much of a fight..." He trails off, staring out into the distance.

I sigh heavily, an unease ache forming in the pit of my stomach. As I contemplated his words. He was right, I don't put up a fight. But I was tired of fighting all the time. I've been fighting since I was 10 years old.

Out of the corner of my eyes I seen him turn to me. His full attention on me once he notice I had nothing to reply back with. "Okay, I get it..." He continues, making me look over at him in surprise. "You went through some tough shit and you feel like giving up. Who don't feel like giving up." He mumbled the last part through a sigh, but I heard it.

"You don't know the half of it.." I smile sadly at him before turning my attention back to the rocks. This time when I threw one it went more then a few feet away.

Ron follows my lead and picked up another rock, but instead of throwing it, he inspect it. Twirling the little stone in his hand before smiling up at me. It didn't quite reach his eyes though.