Unseen | ✔

20 | NO

"Nothing haunts us like the things we don't tell."—Mitch Albom

[20]

THERE ARE MANY things I thought Adam was going to say, but this? This one, out of all of them?

Really, Adam?

It's quite upsetting knowing that he only wants to know how I got the bruise. I was hoping that he'd perhaps, bring up our kiss...

The bruise was the least of my worries a few minutes ago. Do people enjoy making me sad and depressed?

Geez.

"No," I say, running a hand through my hair.

"What?" Adam asks looking as if he's surprised.

"No," I repeat again. Adam frowns at me and crosses his arms across his chest.

"Why, though? Are you hiding something from me?" Adam presses further. I shake my head and stare into his eyes.

"No."

"Can you please stop saying no and give me a legitimate answer?"

"I've already told you what happened and I'm not repeating it, so, no."

Adam curses out in anger and abruptly stands up, causing people to look at us.

"Can we go somewhere else, please?" I ask in a small whisper. Adams' eyes soften as he nods his head.

We walk out the small Café and continue our way over to the park across the road. The chilly evening air creates goosebumps on my arms making me shiver.

I rub my arms and snuggle closer to my own body heat.

"So..." I start.

"How'd you get that bruise? And don't lie to me."

"I - I can't tell you..." I whisper quietly. Adam stops and grabs my arm. He pulls up my sleeve revealing a series of cuts and faint black bruises.

"Who did this to you, Isabelle? What are you hiding?" His voice is barely audible. I grunt in response and pull my arm back.

"Leave me alone..."

"I'm not going to leave you alone Isabelle. I can't leave you alone."

"Yes, you can. Just turn around and walk away. It's easy." Adam shakes his head and grabs my other arm, pulling the sleeve up.

"Please...Just tell me who did this to you," he begs. A sudden surge of anger pushes its way through me.

"Why should I tell you stuff about me when I don't even know you? I don't know your favourite colour or animal! For crying out loud, I didn't even know you were a boxer until this morning!" I cry out.

Adam - who is looking quite shocked - takes a hold of my hand and leads me over to a near park bench.

"You want to know about me?" I nod my head and rub my watery eyes. I'm such a fucking crybaby.

"Okay then, how about twenty questions?" I stay silent for a while before nodding my head.

"Okay...I'll go first then. What's your favourite colour?"

"Black." I stare blankly at Adam and scoff. "Living up to your last name I see, Black."

Adam grins at me and nods his head. "You betcha!" I laugh and shake my head before calming myself, all previous thoughts gone.