I Know

A Chapter by Ramiza

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

-Laurell K. Hamilton-

"So your dad called you out on your s**t?" Andrew asked as he skipped a pebble across the surface of the lake. Soft plops were heard, along with small ripples of water emanating from the point of impact. The sun was beginning to set, casting an orange glow throughout the white canvas.

The lake was our place. And it always will be.

"Yup," I answered, looking for a small pebble to throw.

"And he left you here, all by yourself?" he asked again, carelessly tossing another pebble into the lake.

"Uh huh,"

"Hmm," he said thoughtfully as he scratched his chin, "can't say that I didn't see that coming,"

"You've got to be kidding me," I fumed, placing my hands on my hips, "aren't you supposed to be on my side?"

"I don't think that that's for you to say," he pointed out, "I am entitled to my own opinion. And I wasn't even taking sides, it was merely an observation,"

"Whatever, Sherlock," I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes. He was obviously right, I can't force my opinions on him, he's his own individual.

"Coming from you Miss Holmes, I'd take that as a compliment," he said as he sat on the ground beside me. I plopped myself down on the spot next to his, a soft 'oof' escaping my lips as my coccyx hit the hard ground.

"How did we ever become friends in the first place, I'll never know," I said, my hands massaging the affected area.

"Really?" he asked with his eyebrow raised, "I thought that it was due to my good looks,"

"Never," I gagged, "ever in a million years will I consider you as 'good looking',"

"I doubt that,"

"Shut up,"

"As much fun as this is," he said, exchanging his fun tone with a more serious one, "I'm going to put my serious face on, and ask you about all these stunts that you have been pulling for these past couple of weeks,"

"What stunts?" I blinked, trying to look like a deer caught in the headlights.

"M'lady," he pressed, using the nickname that he came up for me when we first met, "we've been friends for years now, and you're pulling this innocent lamb crap on me? Come on, spill,"

I bit the bottom of my lip, my mind debating on this matter;

Should I tell him? Or shouldn't I?

Maybe--

"So how is that current conquest going?" I asked, changing the topic altogether.

"Kristen,"

"What?" I shrugged, "she sounds like a really promising--,"

"I wasn't born yesterday,"

"I am quite aware," I said, nodding slowly.Just drop it, okay? I don't want to talk about it!

"Thin ice, man," he warned.

"It's nothing!" I practically screamed, "I just felt like it--,"

"I know you like the back of my hand," he said, "you're not that spontaneous,"

"They do it all the time in movies and such," I replied lamely.So much for being smart.

"That you don't care for," he scoffed, "remember when I told you about 'The Big C'?"

"That... is besides the point,"

"You hated 'The Big C'," he insisted, desperately trying to prove his point.

"I- I just don't see the point of the show," I argued.

"Shut up," he scolded jokingly, "Laura Linney is an amazing actress,"

"Please," I snorted, "you're a sucker for sob stories. Take 'The Fault in Our Stars' for instance, you practically cried for days,"

"TFiOS-," he paused, "Very smart, Holmes. You almost got me there,"

"Look," I sighed, too tired to keep up with this facade, "I don't see the point of telling anyone about what I'm going through right now. I mean, it's not like anyone genuinely cares... you know?"

He remained silent, prodding me to go on;

"It's... um," I stuttered, trying to think of the right words to say, "My father... he keeps... he's always telling me that he'll always be there for me... no matter what. That he cares... But--,"

My throat began to close up on itself, preventing me from saying the words that I have been holding back for a really long time.I opened my mouth, trying to force myself to speak, only to have a gurgle come out of it.

"I- I just want--,"

"It's okay," he said comfortingly as he held me in a tight embrace, "You're going to be okay,"

"But I'm not,"

"I know,"

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