+ marks the grave {Completed}

Chapter 73

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The pan was sizzling.
I listened on in anticipation.
What could he be making.
Neither of us attempted to talk about the last few hours, or the times before that.
What was there to talk about?
I felt comfortable with him and I had a feeling that he felt comfortable with me too.
Every thing else was pretty self explanatory.
I've been through enough.
I deserved some comfort.
And that was exactly what Drew had promised me.
Maybe I was wrong for falling for Luke.
Drew was different.
Sure he wasn't a church boy.
But he could handle himself in whatever he was involved in.
He was mature.
And he made me feel at peace.
So as my blood slowly coarsed through my veins, as my legs moved bit by bit, I allowed myself to be comfortable.
He left to prepare breakfast.
He hadn't told me what he was making.
There was a lot of unspoken words between us.
He wasn't really a talkative kind of guy.
But his silence was comforting. So I let it be.
I was propped up against the arm of the chair, gingerly trying to not press too much to disrupt my healing rib cage.
My glass was empty.
And so was my stomach to be quite frank.
I felt as if my appetite had taken a week trip to Bahamas and only returned a few hours ago on the last flight possible.
I did my have the energy to move on my own yet.
But that didn't mean that I sat idly by.
Well that was until Drew casted me a dreadful but soft glare.
If it could speak it would've probably said:
"Please don't do it. You'll hurt yourself and I'll be sad, you'll be punished severely."
I sniffed something in the air.
But it wasn't an orginal scent.
It was mixed with something else.
It smelt so good.
I just wanted to stroll into that kitchen and show him that I could stand on my own two feet.
But I couldn't.
No matter much I willed myself to move.
My legs fifty budge.
That made me resort to taking in my surroundings.
There were three small sofas.
When I say small I mean small.
They had cushions spaces intended to fit three.
Three children maybe.
But not three well bodied people.
Two could comfortably fit for the most.
The television wasn't super big, somewhere around a 28-32 inch.
How to train your dragon was showing.
Hiccup was so funny.
My favorite was Astrid though.
Shes brave and humble.
I admired her.
I couldn't really relate to Hiccups father's expectations but I understood the pain.
There was a wall to my left, a hallway which led to the kitchen in front of me, and two other hallways.
One was in the direction of where the bedroom was and the other was opposite that.
I'm guessing it was the exit.
I didn't have an urge to escape.
I felt as if I would get all the answers I needed if I stayed.
Who would I even go to?
Where would I go?
Where was I?
Questions started to make my head fuzzy.
So to clear my mind, I focussed my eyes on the door frame that Drew had just walked through.
My eyes blurred for a while.
I saw a foggy silhouette ascend.
"Breakfast is ready."
It approached and took a seat to my right.
I blinked my eyes to refocus it.
But it didn't work.
I was still seeing fuzzy.
I saw something pass across my face.
Then a surprise clap made me jump a little in my spot.
My eyes automatically refocused.
"There we go."
Drew had a soft smile on his face.
"How did you know how to do that?"
"My eyes do me the same thing all the time, so I figured out a way to work around that."
He finished his sentence with a shrug.
"Lets eat."
I took that time to actually look at what he had prepared.
I let out a low gasp and spoke in a lower tone.
"Pancakes!"
But somehow he still heard me.
"The best recipe there is."
I unintentionally scoffed.
He raised an eyebrow at me with a teasing grin.
"Do you know someone that can make it better?"
He was taunting me. And I took the bait.
"Yeah."
I spoke with confidence.
"Who?"
He didn't even look curious.
"Kent."
He laughed a little, that caused me to frown deeply.
"Whats so funny?"
"What recipe so you think Kent uses?"
That kinda question is that?
"Um I don't know. A random one from a cook book?"
I shook his head in disagreement.
"Then what recipe does he use Sir knowitall?"
I felt a little exasperated.
"He uses mine."
Wait what?
"How are you so sure?"
"Because I taught him how to make pancakes Amber."
This wasn't adding up.
"Not possible. He's been making me pancakes from the first day we met, six years ago."
"I've known Kent for exactly six years Amber."
How could I've not known?
"How comes I don't remember seeing you around him?"
Suspicious.
"Who do you think he snuck out at night to meet?"
I thought he was going to meet Jason...
If he was going to meet Drew...then why did it take him as long to leave and permanently join his gang?
"I don't get it."
"Dont you remember me Amber?"
I thought back. To the nights of Kent sneaking out after curfew.
It kind of makes sense that it was Drew that he was going to meet.
Kent snuck out at every house that we moved to.
I always thought that it was weird that Jason always found him to get him to sneak out.
But why was Drew and Kent such close friends?
"I don't...."
"I was the boy from on the lawn, the one you waved before closing the window every time Kent jumped through."
Wait...
That wasn't Jason?
All this time, I thought that Kent has been leaving to meet Jason.
I thought that Jason was such a good friend to my brother.
I admired Jason so much.
I looked forward to waving him on nights.
I even left a letter in his mailbox one Valentine's day.
My childhood crush was supposed to be the best friend of my brother.
It was supposed to be the guy my brother told me adventurous stories about.
When did Kent even meet Jason?
Were they even close friends?
Who did I actually have a crush on?
Who was that Valentine's day letter meant for?
Who did my heart belong to way back then?
Did they return my feelings?
It didn't really matter now.
That childhood crush was gone.
But I was dying to know if this guy, who made me the best pancakes in the word, who carried me from room to room, who saved me from imprisonment and offered me infinite comfort, was the guy I once loved.
Maybe I'd never know.
All I could do for now is savor this heavenly pancake.
But I still hoped.
I wanted to know.