Why is he lying to me?

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Like I said, I knew he was lying. Maybe not about everything. It's still hard for me, but, my mom died 12 years ago and I live only with dad. Wait.. Is that what he wanted me to think about?

After a few days I decided to help Kris with moving in. It was a sunny Saturday, but windy as well. While we were carrying the boxes into the house we didn't talk. At once I stopped.

"Is everything okay?" Kris asked.

I didn't want to tell him about my mom yet and that I knew he was lying. I decided to let him lie to me some more time.

"Yes, I just need a break," I said looking away.

"Okay we'll take a break. Do you want something to drink?" He looked at me.

"Nah, thanks anyway," I answered.

"You sure? I bought some coke," he said.

"Coke? Okay then. Bring me that coke." Now we both laughed.

He brought two glasses and poured us some coke. I felt much better now. I drank my coke and I looked at Kris.

"Should we continue?" I asked.

"Yup," he said popping the 'p'.

After a while we finished. It was time for me to go home. I hugged Kris to show him that he means something to me and then I left.

I called Lana and told her that I'm going to stay at her's for a while.

I didn't even knock, I just went in. I hugged her and told her everything.

"Why is he lying to me? Firstly, my mom is dead. Secondly, no one has the key to that house except for Krisiap's family," I said.

"Maybe they know each other or they are family. Who knows?" Lana answered.

"It's sure that I don't know. They aren't even similar, they can't know each other," I sighed.

"You need to ask Kristian if he knows something. Or start–" I  interrupted her.

"I know what I'll do," I said and jumped.

"That's the spirit," Lana said and both of us laughed.

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