Out of the Rabbit Hole

Chapter 32

Andrea P.O.V

I'm drowning.

Not from the lack of oxygen to my head or the fact that I was actually drowning but in the look in his eyes. His green irises blink the tears to fall, he's forming some type of opinion about me behind those eyelids.

I can't look away, I'm to dazed to realize what he's done, where he's touching.

I don't know how he's taking this.

All afternoon my minds been racing, figuring out the best way to spring this information on Simon.

It's been a nuisance since the very beginning and not telling him now would prolong the inevitable. I've gained the courage to spit it out on the lake, somewhere private without the judging eyes of our house. Yet fate has it time and place, it wasn't there.

A surprise party was put together, busying me with party affairs and my own worrisome thoughts. When the party kicked off, I was pulled into the bustle of sweaty dancers and drunken girls.

I probably shouldn't have agreed to take a beer. Sandra said she would buy alcohol, though I specifically remember Simon telling her not to. It was fun and I got to talk more with them, but most of it is just a hazy memory. We talked about a lot of things, mostly concerning Simon and I.

That was quite embarrassing, they seemed to love the topic.

I just needed a release, something to relax me for the big reveal. Chatting and laughing all night did just that, so did a couple of beers.

I never expected it to go south like it has.

His face is cloudy and I'm having a hard time breathing right. I see the beads of water roll down his body, blotting on the darkness of his pants. His wet knee is pressed against me, underneath my skirt, putting pressure on my sex. My worst nightmare has come to light, ironically in the dark of a very drowsy state.

The pressure from his knee stays on me, not moving as we both stare at each other.

His body has tensed and I can feel his discomfort.

"Who the hell are you?" He whispers incredulously.

I take a shaky breath in, steadying myself for the words. Words that will change us completely, possibly threatening the end. I don't want to lose him but he needs the truth.

And sometimes it hurts.

Simon's words ring in my ear, but they don't get to me fast enough as he climbs off me.

"Si? Hold up." I weakly call out to him, my voice dry from the heaving. My hands struggle to balance my upper body as I slowly get back on my feet. He's turned away from me, his back muscles strain as his hand goes up to his eyes.

"I'm-I'm lost......"He breathes, a gasp courses in the air.

"Simon, I'll explain. Just-just...."I sway to the left, then lean over to hold my aching stomach. I feel like I've been kicked and punched in the gut. His distance from me is throwing me off.

I don't remember much before falling into the lake, and I've sobered up from the near death experience.

What the heck have I done.

Why was I hiding.

"You said I knew you, that we've talked?"He sounds in front of me, his back still my view.

"Simon-" I keep walking to him.

I have to explain. He needs to get it fully from me.

"Why would I ever talk to a person like you?" He injects, stopping my drunken pace over.