A Thousand Lies

36 | Confrontation

UNEDITED

Sick.

That's how I felt on the weekend right after I had gotten up. Last night, we had all hung out and watched movies.  Deon still hadn't submitted his work so he was stressfully eating through it all. Leo was always looking at Avery, and asked us for ideas to celebrate their anniversary together. He was such a sap, and my friend deserved all of the happiness. Avery and Jane seemed to realise that something was wrong with the way I had been acting, but I had brushed it off saying that I was just disappointed that Alan wasn't there.

Deon must've known I had lied, because he kept glancing at me throughout the entire movie.

It was getting harder to hide the fact that I wasn't healthy.

The pain had grown through time and sometimes I had to excuse myself from classes. Tyler had insisted that I come home immediately, and that was what I planned to do.

It was a good thing that Alan was busy with the preparations for the competition.  He was leaving today for the venue of the competition and I had to see him off soon.

"Hey," Deon greeted as I entered the kitchen, a breakfast for two infront of him. He had insisted on binge watching a series and we had stayed up all night watching it.

"What's all this?" I asked, since Deon hardly ever cooked anything.

"Food. Eat up."

I sat down across from him and my stomach churned when I saw the food placed infront of me.

"Do you need my help in getting rid of your ex again? Geez, goldilocks, no need to butter me up." I tried to diffuse the tension.

"Livia."

"What?"

"Tell me," he demanded. When I looked up determined to make up an excuse, all my resolve weakened when I saw his face.

My best friend, who had stuck by my side when no one else had, was looking at me with such a downcast expression that I simply couldn't get any words out.

"I know you're hiding something."

Deon Lockhart was the best friend anyone could ever have.

He would listen to all my problems and let me rant all I wanted.

He would in turn complain to me and we would binge watch movies until he felt better. He was there for me when I didn't know how to make friends. He scolded me for keeping the so called friends around even when I knew they were using me for money. He was there when I lost my dad and my brother didn't believe in me. He was a shoulder to cry on in every sense of the phrase. Even when he was away on one of his vacations, he would always check up on me. Deon lockhart had stuck by my side through it all.

And sitting here across him, it made it all the more clear to me that he was one person I should've come clean to. I owed that much to him. So I let out a deep breath and told him everything, without leaving a single part out. He listened intently, never once interrupting me.

"I'm sorry," I told him when I had finished.

"For what?"

"For not telling you."

"Damn right you should be," he smacked my forehead. It was a thing he always did to annoy me.

This was different. His voice was cracking.

"You idiot." He accused. "Why didn't you tell me? Fuck, why didn't I notice?"

"I'm fine. I found a donar remember?" I tried to focus on the more positive of things.