Fractured

Chapter 13

"Mason?" I whisper. My voice barley audible over the pouring rain.

"Al?" He questions and kneels down on the ground next to me. He's looking at me I look like a wreak, nothing like the little girl he remembers.

I look down at the drenched ground, it's to hard to face him now, it's been to long, there's to much to explain. If he heard the whole thing I'm screwed.

The tension between us is like a bomb

There's silence before everything blows up.

I'm waiting for the explosion. Counting off the seconds.

He stands up, his shoes making a squishing noise against the soaked mud.

I don't even look up until I see a hand reaching down offering to help me up.

He's completely different from Conner.

I slowly set my cold hand in his warm one and he hauls me up on my feet.

"Hey. It'll be okay." Mason says gently while squeezing my hand in a reassuring way.

He's always been the strongest between us.

Besides my father he's the only person who actually understands me. Well he used to, it's been along time.

I look down at the roses he's holding there stems wrapped in plastic and I don't even have to ask him why he's here.

Once every other week ever sense we where seven he has brought flowers to his grandparents graves.

Roses like the ones he's holding now for his grandmother and Dandelions for his Grandfather, because his grandfather always told us Dandelions where a mans flower. ""A weed is just an unloved flower. An unloved flower that seeks love."" He would tell us every time we would pick the weeds for masons Grandmother.

Masons ice blue eyes drilling holes in my head break me from my happy childhood thoughts, his eyes are searching mine for some type of explanation. And right then and there I know he's heard everything. But I can't help myself from asking anyways.

"Did you hear everything?"

He just nods and pulls me into a gentle hug, his free arm around my waist, the kind I used to remember.

Most people thought we were a couple when we where younger teenagers but we would just laugh. This is like second nature to us even if it is a bit strange been that it has ben a few years.

I try to wrap my arms around his neck like I used to do when we were younger but he's a lot taller now then he was then so instead I wrap my arms around his waist.

I can bet he's trying really hard to hold in his laughter, he was never a lot taller than me. Now he's a good few inches.

"Do you want to come with me?" He pulls away gesturing to the roses in his hand. It's his grandmothers week.

I think about it briefly.

Should I go with him?

He's always been for me. Until I pushed him away.

I'm an asshole I should just get away from him while it's the easiest without hurting him.

I can't hurt him again.

He looks over at me and notices my hesitation.

"Just come with me."

"I really shouldn't, I should get back home.. My mom she. Um."

He raises his eyebrows at me, questioning where I'm going with this.

Frankly I'm not quiet sure either.