Sex and the Treaty

Journey to the small hill.

Stacy's perspective:

I am so obscure of what my head was undergoing. It seemed like I was parasailing and scuba diving at the same time. I was annoyed, angered and vexed for untold reasons. But I had this tinge of gusto which just spread inside me. The car drive was more or less like the play of Charlie Chaplin, silent but quite funny.

Lying to Bonnie about how I felt and pretending to be hurt again for Atticus seemed like my favorite thing to do. What feared me most is the next few hours I was going to spend with Bonnie. It seemed dreadful to even imagine her confessing and I somehow wasn't obliging to stay at her place. I didn't want more drama to hear than I already have myself.

I felt the need of some anchor to clasp me tight, away from Bonnie so I could sleep in peace. Fate knows me and I know it. I'm the magnet to its poles of trouble, so I can't always expect the easy, can I?

"Hey Stacy? How's your mum?" Bonnie suddenly broke the silence.

"Uh, yeah. She's fine." I nodded.

When your best friend doesn't know how your mom is doing, our relationship is evident to every naked eye.

"And you call yourselves best friends." I heard Atticus mutter under his breath.

Exactly. Exactly why he gets me so fucking well all the time.

"What?" Bonnie asked completely clueless.

"Nothing, your house is in this block right?" Atticus asked looking at a complete dense and dark road.

The starting and the end of the road was like the light of a dark tunnel. Bonnie's street had street lights only in the ends. That made the houses in between look creepy and spooky at night. It always freaked me out when I used to peek from her window. I used to get nightmares, maybe there was something weird about me and nights.

That's when we stopped having sleepovers at her place. Every time I come by this place, my memory lane just reverses to a kid me, five years old and to one particular night which now I find completely terrorizing.

"Yeah, right here." Bonnie sighed.

I heard the door click and so did my thoughts. I turned to see Bonnie already headed towards her big white abode. Has she become rude or did I not hear her acknowledge Atticus for the drive?

"Stace, coming?" She called when the door she was fiddling with opened.

Then did I realize I was alone with Atticus in the car, with him staring at the road in front of us. Why wasn't he saying anything. Hell, why wasn't I saying anything.

"Um.. Yeah, coming." I nodded to Bonnie as I pulled my phone from my lap to my fingers. "Thanks for the drive." I said and turned to open the door--

Hands caught me, preventing me to open the car door. I looked at the clasp and turned towards him in the confused expression.

"Stay," he whispered as his face turned from the road to look at me. "please." He pleaded showing no other reason strong enough than what he'd just said.

The moonlight falling down on his face, made him look pale and white, but the shadow of the trees above us gave his face a dark color. The leaves had their shadow cutting his face in different patterns and his eyes, they seemed to speak their own language.

I forced myself to look at Bonnie who was half standing inside her house. Her eyes showed the perfect replica of impatience and I knew who deserved my presence.

"Uh Bonnie I," I began thinking of what excuse to give.

"Mom needs us home." Atticus yelled to her.