After Lola's confession she decided it was time to go home.
Of course I felt bad when I found out about what happened to her boyfriend. I was a bitter person but I wasn't completely heartless. I felt even worse that I was so quick judge Lola. Especially when everyone judged me. I took what I saw on the surface and immediately decided she was someone I didn't want to be around.
I was a hypocrite.
But Lola, she was the only one that saw I was dealing with something deeper than the surface despite not telling her what it was.
The following day Lola came over again baring food. I let her in more willingly. Honestly, I thought she just came over for the company but I didn't mind because it's what I wanted too but I never admitted it.
No matter how many times I told Lola I can just go buy my own food, she just insisted & smiled.
But there was something that I noticed about her smile today that I never would have noticed before.
It looked a little too big, like she was forcing it to be plastered on her face.
And if anyone knew about pretending, it was me. The more I analyzed Lola's smile, the more I realized it was fake. Why was she still putting up a front when I knew the truth? Maybe she thought I was as dense as I let on.
“So,” Lola smiled. “What's up with you living by yourself?”
“I'm on my own.”
I know Lola told me about her boyfriend but I didn't really wanna know. Since she told me something so personal I felt obligated to tell her about me. But I'm not as willing or easy to open up as her.
“How long have you been on your own?” She asked.
I know Lola was bidding me time. She was asking as many questions as she can before the big one.
I sighed. “For a year.”
She looked at me. “But you were only seventeen last year, right?”
I wanted to reply with a smart remark but instead just nodded. I didn't know why I was holding back my rudeness recently.
“I was meant to move in with one of my aunt's but I wanted to stay and be alone instead. She only lives, like, an hour away.” I told her. “At first she wouldn't let me but I convinced her. She still sends me money to get by and she drops in once in a while.”
“So...” Lola dragged out and I knew what she was about to ask.
The big question.
“Where are your parents?”
I kept my face blank as I answered her, thinking about the night I always tried so hard to forget.
It was an easy question to answer, can be summed up in just three words. But the answer was just going to lead to more questions and I didn't know if I was ready to face them.
But I felt the need to tell her, to finally tell someone.
I forced the words out.
“I killed them.”
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Cages
Short StorySince the day Lola and her family moved in next door, Kacey put her on the top of his hate list. Lola was always happy. Kacey was always mad. To him they seemed to be living on two different planets, viewing life two different ways. But as fate brou...