Hide Your Heart

Digging For The Truth

   Paul gently prodded for answers as his eyes searched for physical signs of bruises or cuts. He didn't want to come out directly and ask Tommy to show him but he needed to know.

"I need to make a quick call. I'll be right back."

Tommy nodded as he got up to collect the breakfast dishes. "I'll do the dishes."

"Okay. Thanks."

Paul closed his bedroom door and called Gene. He could hear his best friend singing on the other end as he answered. "Helllloooo....Simmons hereeeeeeeeeeee."

"No shit stupid. Shut up so I can ask you something."

Gene quieted down as Paul started talking. "ERIC! SHUT UP!" he yelled suddenly, making Paul pull the phone away.

"Do you think they heard you in San Diego! Damn!"

In the kitchen, Tommy quickly slid his shirt off to check the long gash on his arm. It was puffy and sore. Wincing. he put the shirt back on and finished dishes. After draining the sink, he dried his hands and headed outside.

"Why don't I just go back to my dad's house? At least there I won't be a burden or someone's leftovers." He sat down on the porch swing and leaned against the pillows. Just as his eyes closed, he heard the front door open. "I'm just enjoying the sunshine. "he murmured.

Paul went back inside and put the dishes away. He was deciding how to approach the subject without upsetting Tommy. "OOOH! Dinner plans could work."

While Tommy dozed in the porch swing, Paul made reservations. He thought if Tommy was relaxed, he might be more willing to let Paul see the abuse. Before hanging up, he asked the restaurant to hold back a double layer chocolate cake.

"I hope this doesn't backfire." he said to himself as he headed to his closet to look through it.