Unspoken Truths

5. An Old Friend

I pick up my helmet and head towards the house. I'm greeted by the scent of various home cooked  meals. Cassie's grandma's cooking is the best, last year her roasters ham was out of this world.

Her cooking has the ability to change the beliefs of a terrorist. No offense grandma, I love yours too.

"Oh Samantha dear, oh its so good to see you", the old woman greets me.

"Hey, I see your still looking as beautiful as ever", I say as I hug her.

She laughs, "you don't have to butter me up dear, there's enough food for you as well".

I laugh, "you caught me".

She playfully swings a towel at me and returns or rhw kitchen making dinner.

"Sam", a voice calls my name.

Knowing whose it belongs to, I ready myself and follow the voice. I'm lead to the stables where I see Cassie getting two horses ready.

"As much as I would love to believe that you came all the way down here just to see me, I know you came here for Kurtis", she says saddling a black horse.

I laughed," you know me so well", I walk closer to the horse petting it.

"Of course I do and I know when something's up, don't think I haven't noticed that you've been crying".

I sigh, "Cass".

"Fine I'll drop it for now".

We both hop on our horses and ride out the usual route. The ride was quiet, I know Cass was fighting to keep it that way and to not ask any more questions. I tried to distract her and myself included with a little race we had that quickly ended along with the race.

" I almost forgot to ask can I stay over tonight".

"You're always welcome Sammy, you don't have to ask".

We had trotted back to the stables and returned to the house just in time for dinner.

"You two quickly, go on and wash up while I set the table", grandma says.

"Come on", Cass says grabbing a hold of my hand leading me upstairs.

We enter her room and its just how I remembered it. I look around reminiscing over the little things, then my I spot something familiar. My favorite pullover sweater. I thought I lost it.

"Here you go", she hands me the clothes.

I look at them and realize that these are my old clothes. Why does she still have these.

"I couldn't throw them away", she said as if reading my mind.

I head to her door to leave for the bathtoom, but stopped by a hand. I turn with a questioning look at Cass.

"The shower down the hall isn't working you'll have to use this one", she points to the door at the other end of the room.

I enter and begin to take my shower, letting the warm water calm my nerves. Suddenly, I hear the door shut.