Broken

Chapter 37

It was dark and smelled like some form of rotting meat. I could only see Evan's silhouette.

"Now what?" I ask.

"I don't know." He replies, then points to the bottle in my hand. "Why don't you drink that?"

"I don't know what it is! What if it's poisonous?"

He steps closer and I can see more of his features. "I think if she wanted to kill us, she would have. She had plenty of chances to. I think it's safe to drink."

I look at the bottle in my hand even though I could barely see it.

"Just drink it!" Evan insists.

"Okay, okay, jeez calm down."

I take the cap off the bottle and swish the liquid around. I won't die from this...probably.

I put the bottle to my lips and let the cool liquid run down my throat. It tasted disgusting!

"Tastes like feet." I say as I finish the last of it, making a disgusted face.

Evan laughs. "What did you expect? Lemonade?"

"Oh shut up."

His laughter dies down and he sets his bag on the ground. "Hungry?"

"No, but thanks." I decline.

He pulls out a bag of something and a flashlight. He flicks it on and light fills the room. It was a bag of chips.

"Really? Chips? We could die down here any minute and you want your last meal to be chips?" I joke.

"Of course! I intend for my last meal to be delicious and, by my standards, dying while eating chips is a good way to go. Oh! I think I have a soda in here somewhere!"

I roll my eyes as Evan digs through his bag.

"What's..." He trails off as he pulls a book out of the bag. My sketch book.

My eyes widen. "No, Evan-"

He starts flipping through the pages in the book. Shit. This isn't going to end well.

The look on his face said enough.

"What the f-"

"I can explain!" I cut him off.

He looks up to meet my eyes, hurt written across them. "Did you do these?" He asks in a soft voice.

"Evan, I-"

"DID YOU DO THESE?!"

I purse my lips. "Yes but-"

"BUT WHAT?!" He screams. "How could you possibly explain this? I thought we were friends! Do you really feel this way about us?"

"No! I-"

"Then why is this here?!"

"If you would let me talk, I would explain!" I yell back.

"Then explain because," He holds his index finger and thumb less than a centimeter apart, "I'm this close to losing it."

I gulp. I was about to tell him my biggest secret. Was I ready for this? If I tell him, he's going to be mad that I didn't tell him about it earlier. But, if I don't admit to it, things will only get way worse. I have to. As much as I don't want to, it's the only way.

I take a deep breath. "Let me explain what really happened. So...back at the house...I would draw in private. I never told you guys because I was afraid that you would hate them and that's my biggest fear."