Do you trust me?

Chapter Two

It has been a couple weeks since we began talking, and I feel so close yet so far to him. He is so good to me and pays attention to me like nobody else ever has. I think it is safe to say he is my best friend. Right?

         Me: Going to school today?

Connor: Ditching after lunch. Wanna come?

Me: Uhh…

Connor: Oh come on. It’ll be fun. We have good enough grades, we deserve a break.

And this is where he convinced me.

Me: Ugh. Fine.

So, here I a. Waiting for Connor in the cold. I shouldn’t have worn my skater skirt today.

I hear footsteps around the corner and rush to see who it is. Not him. I feel hands wrap around my waist and pull me back. I yelp and hear a sweet laughter behind me. “Just me.” He turns me around. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I start to shiver when he grabs my hand. “You cold?” He asks. “Yeah. Just a little, skirts aren’t very warm you know.” Is my response. He removes his hand from mine and takes off his grey Hollister sweatshirt. “Here, wear this.” He smiles and hands it to me. “Thanks…” I mumble. He grabs my hand again and we keep walking. He points out a bench and we go sit.

“I think we should get to know each other. I’ll ask a question you answer it. Okay?” He states. “Alright.” I reply.

“Favorite color?”

“Baby blue.”

“Favorite animal?”

“Dog.”

“Parents?”

At this I look at the ground, tears forming in my eyes. Better to tell the story to someone now right?

“Uhm. I didn’t mean to make you upset.” He says. “It’s nothing. I have to tell SOMEONE the story right?” And so I begin.

“My dad was out fishing with my brother, and I was at home with mom. We decided to go school shopping for me and my brother, not knowing the one in a million chance something this bad would happen. Once we got to the store, and we were walking around for a bit, we heard gunshots.” My voice cracked. “I ducked but she stayed up, trying to find the source. I couldn’t really see anything from where I was but I remember her falling, blood running from her ribcage onto my bare hands.” A tear falls down my cheek and he was quick to wipe it up. We stared in to each other’s eyes, him breaking the gaze. I continued, “I couldn’t feel anything, I was completely numb. I thought I was screaming for help, but it was just on the inside. Nobody heard me. When it was all over and done, I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I let my mother DIE in my arms, and I didn’t do anything. I was selfish and I didn’t do anything!” At this point I was sobbing and I fell onto my knees. He got on the ground and pulled me into his arms. I cried into his shoulder until the tears stopped. Then we just sat there.

On our drive back to my house after school I told him I live with my dad and brother now. He grabs my hand. “My mom left when I was younger. She was hooked on the crazy shit. I don’t know where she is. And I don’t care enough to find out.” He looked blankly into space, his expression showing pain. I put my free hand on his wrist. “I know it hurts. Don’t be afraid to show it.” I say softly to him. He looks at me. “It doesn’t hurt; it’s disappointing to know I came from such a thing.”

We came to a stop in front of my house and got out of the car. When I invited him in this time he declined my offer. But he did get out of the car. “What are you doing?” I asked. But he just came and pulled me into a hug. I didn’t know what was going on but I hugged him back. I felt him shake, and a sob break from his lungs. I hugged him tighter. I felt like we weren’t close enough. I didn’t want to let go.

         When we let go I started to speak, “What was-.” “I know that was weird and all but why doesn’t anyone understand me like you do?” He interrupts. “I guess I understand what it’s like to be screaming and no one can hear…” I say back. He looks me in the eyes, and gives me a warm smile. “Is it weird to call you my best friend?” He asks. “Not at all.” I say. Then we go inside.

A/N: Hey guys! Warn me if this was confusing. But it is late. And I wanted to get another update in. So here ya go!