Tied Together Chapter 2

Second chp of "Tied Together"

Chapter 2

 Mr. Harrison just stared at us all. “What are you all doing here?”

There was no answer. What could you say? We all weren’t supposed to be here, of course and what lie could we make up. Usually I could spit out lies like nobody’s business but…I just…Couldn’t. I felt frozen in my own body.

“We…We…” I could hear Daniel attempting to make up something, but obviously nothing came to mind. And Matt simply stood frozen too.

 

 We were caught. And the others were in the library so there was no way to warn them without them getting caught too. Harrison sighed and gestured for us to walk back into the art room with him. “Come, let’s call your parents.”

I sighed and so did Matt and Daniel. We all walked back into the art room with Harrison and he made us sit down at a single table together. “Are there other people with you?” he asked, making me freeze again.

 

 I looked at Daniel and Matt wondering if they came up with anything to say. “No,” Matt answered for us.

Harrison looked and Daniel and me. “Are you sure?”

That was the first time I felt like he didn’t trust me. Who could blame him anyway…I wasn’t exactly trustworthy. “No,” I couldn’t believe I was lying to my favorite teacher. I never lied to him…

“Wait here and I’ll call your parents.” He left the room, closing the door after him. Once he was gone, I flipped my hood over my head and dropped my head on the table. “We have to call the others and tell them to go home before Harrison finds them.” Matt said. “Hopefully Eric will shut up when he goes home.”

 

 I lifted my head up and pulled out my IPhone. I typed a quick test; “Harrison is on campus. He caught us, go home now before he finds you guys. He’s gonna’ call Daniel, Matt and my parents.” I sent the text to Keturah, Sammy, Eric and Darrin before putting my phone back into my pocket. I swear I thought I could feel Daniel and Matt looking at me like it was my fault.

 They would get in trouble…Ugh, it sucked.

 

I looked down at the table and folded my arms. “Guys, I’m sor-” just when I was about apologize; we all heard a loud yell. Something that sounded like pain…

“You guys hear that?” I asked, standing up. Matt and Daniel raised an eyebrow like I was crazy. “I’m gonna’ check it out,” I ran out of the room. Even though I was already in trouble, I had to go see what the hell was going on.

 

Matt and Daniel got up and followed me as I left the room. Outside the art room, I saw Mr. Harrison laying on the floor…A pool of red was surrounding him…

I held back a loud scream, looking at him bleeding. My mind was overloaded with thoughts and my breathing rate was off the charts. I backed up and slid down a wall, feeling my asthma getting ready to take a shot at me.

Matt was the first to see me sitting on the floor, being attacked by my asthma. “Sam, what-” then he saw Harrison bleeding on the floor.

His eyes widened and he backed away from the body. He moved over to me and grabbed my waist to help me off the floor. Very few people knew I had asthma and Matt, Darrin and Sharif were the only ones. “Calm down, y-you’re having an attack, right?”

“What…” I stopped to try and catch my breath. “Does…It…” I gasped for air. “Look…Like…?”

 

Daniel ran in and saw the body, he looked ready to vomit and saw Matt, holding me by my shoulders, trying to ease my attack. “What happened…?” he backed away from Harrison.

I pointed to the body, trying to figure out what to say. “He…He…” this was the worst time to cry. Crying during an asthma attack would only deprive me of breathing even more. Matt pushed my hoodie off my head and looked at me. “Calm down,” he held my face in his hands.

My eyes kept tracing back to the body on the floor. He turned my head away. “Don’t look, okay? It’s not there.” He was obviously lying about the last part, but he was just trying to calm me down.

                              

I tried to push the body out of my mind. It wasn’t there…It wasn’t there…

I shut my eyes, but more tears just ran down my face. Just then, we all noticed someone standing over in the corner of the room. He was holding a knife and staring at us…He had a black mask over his face that looked like something you’d buy during Halloween and he was dressed in all black. The knife he held was dripping with blood. My attack worsened. Daniel and Matt froze and I slammed my hand on Matt’s shoulder, grabbing his hoodie to let him know how bad my attack had just gotten.

The killer just stood, looking at us, cocking his head. I was choking for air by now and my crying wasn’t helping at all. The only way to get out of the building was one of the two doors. I had unlocked the first, but the killer stood by that one, and the second was locked.

 

The room went silent except for the sound of my loud choking and coughing. I didn’t think I could last much longer and my asthma inhaler wasn’t with me. “Sam…” Matt grabbed my arm. “You have to run…”

I tried my best to slow my breathing, but it kept getting worse than it was before. “No…I…” I kept gasping and could barely finish my sentence.

Daniel stared at the killer who simply stared at us. Judging by his size, he couldn’t be a student.

Running with my asthma attack would only knock me unconscious. And then there was a chance I’d die. “Now!” Daniel yelled, running straight for the door. Matt ran after Daniel, grabbing my arm. I practically dropped, still holding onto his arm.

 

The killer swung his knife and cut Daniel’s right cheek. Our friend landed on the floor, but quickly got back up. He ducked under the killer and went for the door. Once he was out, Matt looked at me and got me to my feet. I felt my vision start to blur from the tears and from my attack both at the same time. “Sam!” Matt kept shaking me.

 

He pulled me back into the art room, and I fell back to the floor as he ran over and pressed his back against the door. He quickly turned the lock and ran back over to get me to my feet. Matt picked me up and laid me on one of the tables before rushing around the room to find a way out. I heard a loud bang against the door like somebody was kicking at it. My attack got even worse and all my strength disappeared.

 

Matt turned around just when the door was kicked again. “S**t…” I heard him whisper. He ran over to me and sat me up. “Be quiet, okay? Just calm down…” he then lifted me up and hid me under Mr. Harrison’s desk. I tried my best to ease my attack, thinking about the best things I could. Matthieu flipped the light switch off and he didn’t hide under the desk with me, which put me in a panic. Where was he…?

 

The door fell from its hinges and I knew the killer was in the room. I put both my hands over my both and did my best to silence my choking and coughing. Where was Matt? I panicked even more. But I shut my eyes and thought of good things…My life…Which was now hanging in the balance.

No, I needed to stop…

 

Suddenly I felt someone slide into the space next to be under the teacher’s desk. I looked closely and saw it was Matt. He reached over and pulled me close. “Calm down…” he whispered.

I leaned against him, trying best to calm down like he said to. ‘It’ll all be fine, it’s okay. It’s okay…It’s okay…’ I kept thinking. I slowly felt my heart rate go down and my crying ceased…

 

As I settled down, Matt squeezed me, looking around the dark room. “We have to run…” he whispered, letting go of me. My heart started pumping again. The thought of running for my life scared any bravery I had left out of my body. “Ready…?” he said, getting ready to stand.

‘No!’ “No…” I whispered, pulling him back. Suddenly there was a loud bang against the medal of the desk. I was literally scared into silence, cowering back into my own body.

 

“Run!” Matt yelled, grabbing arm and moving from underneath the desk. He pulled me along with him. My feet were pretty much forced to move along with Matt’s. The large dark figure that was the killer stood in the darkness, watching us move. Then it ran after us.

‘S**t!!!’ I thought. I felt my asthma acting up again as we ran through the art room door. We then went through the first door and were outside once again. Something flew past my ear and landed on the ground. I looked down and saw it was the blood covered knife, used to kill Mr. Harrison.

 

That was all the motivation I needed to run. Matt ran beside me and suddenly I felt like I was in the plot of a horror movie. I shut my eyes for a minute as I ran and heard something like the sound of a fall. I opened my eyes again and looked over to see Matthieu wasn’t running beside me.

I stopped in my tracks and turned around just in time to see Matt being lurched backward by his hoodie. He tumbled back onto the ground right before the killer who was now drawing back to knife to take a stab at Matt. My friend was going to die right before my eyes…

Before I could begin to regain my sanity, I ran forward and grabbed for the knife. I immediately pulled away because the blade had cut both my palms. Once the man was distracted, I dived under him to reach Matt.

 

I jumped Matthieu and sent us both rolling away from the killer. I got off of him and pulled him with me. We began running again. Seriously, that was the bravest thing I had done in my life.

 

Never, ever had I ran so fast in my life either. My heart was beating dangerously fast, surprising me that I wasn’t having another asthma attack. I ran around the corner with Matt still following me and we headed towards where we kept our bikes. Matt and I pushed the bushes apart to see only my bike was there.

“Where’s my bike?!” Matthieu panicked, looking behind us to see if the killer was nearby.

 

I thought quickly. Daniel had run away from the killer and left before us… “He must’ve taken your bike.” I said. Matt cursed. “Just get on my bike.” Matt was the first to jump on and I got behind him. I glanced behind us just in time to see the killer rounding the corner and running after us.

“Go!” I screamed, hitting his shoulder.

 

He started peddling quickly and we were off, going faster than anything. Matt did a tight turn around the corner and we headed for the bus layover where everyone waited to go home afterschool every day. He popped a wheelie to get us past it and we landed onto both wheels.

Once we sped off campus, Matthieu slowed down and we both let out a sigh of relief. We had escaped…

I calmed down and laid my forehead on Matt’s back. Since it was about three forty-five a.m., it was still dark out.

 

I looked down at my palms and saw the dry blood that came from me being cut. Thoughts of what to do ran through my mind…Matt, Daniel and me had all saw Mr. Harrison lying on the floor bleeding and he would have to be dead now…Nobody would believe some man on a killing rampage killed Harrison and tried to kill us. Not the police, not our families, maybe not even our friends…We had snuck on campus…

The story wasn’t believable; we just happened to sneak on campus the night Harrison would be murdered? I, myself hardly believed the story…

Besides, everyone loved Mr. Harrison…Nobody would kill him.

Frustrated tears ran down my face as I developed a headache.

 

“Matt…?”

“Y-yeah…?” he turned his head slightly, barely looking back at me.

“What do we do…?”

There was a short silence as if he was thinking it all over.

…

…

…

“I…I don’t know…”

“I don’t know either…” I sighed.

 

…

Matt rode my bike into the driveway of his house and we both saw Eric sitting at the side of the house, sleeping. Matt got off of my bike and I moved forward on the seat. “He must’ve stayed up waiting for me,” he whispered, kneeling beside the sleeping eleven year old.

This was the first time I had seen Matt look at his brother like it actually was his little brother, not like an enemy that he constantly fought.

 

I got off of my bike and rested it beside a tree. To tell the truth, I didn’t want to move an inch. I wouldn’t admit it but…I was afraid to ride home alone. “Matt…” he looked up at me.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and looked down at my shoes.

I blinked by accident and tears fell down my face, hitting the concrete of Matt’s driveway. I jerked my head to the side, moving my braided hair out of the way as I cried. “We can’t…Tell anyone, okay?”

 

Matthieu stared at me, wide-eyed. “Sam-”

“You have to promise, okay?!” I almost shouted. Matt just stared. I pulled my hands out of my pockets and rushed forward. I shoved my friend backwards and he landed on the ground, staring up at me. I never hit Matt in my life, not once. Of course until now… “Promise me, Matt!”

 

My friend got back to his feet and the first time in my life, I felt afraid of Matthieu. He was a boy, taller and probably a hell of a lot stronger than me, staring me down. He was mad…I could tell by his eyes…They turned from a regular neutral brown to an amber brown, flickering with anger. I backed away slightly, afraid he was about to hit me back. “Look, I’m sorry but…Just don’t say anything until we figure out what to do, alright?”

 

“Whatever…”

 

I sighed and walked over to my bike. When I got on, I glanced back at Matthieu who was looking back at me too. I could’ve said sorry then, but why’d I feel like it was too late?

You couldn’t really apologize for everything that happened. We weren’t friends anymore, just people tied together by force…I broke our eye contact and rode off on my bike.

 

As I rode through the streets, heading back to my place…I started crying again. I heard my phone ringing in my back pocket suddenly. I pulled it out and looked down at it…

‘Daniel Calling’ it read.

I pressed ‘Answer’ and put it to my ear. “Hello?”

“…Sam…?”

“Hi…”

“Are you and Matt okay? I ran away but I saw you two weren’t following me. I took his bike and-”

“We’re both fine but…” I trailed off, not sure what to say.

 

“But what…?”

I sighed deeply. “We…We can’t say anything…At least until I figure out what to do.”

I could hear Daniel go silent for a bit. “You sure…?”

“Yeah…”

“Alright…Bye…”

“Bye,” I hung up and put my cellphone back into my pocket.

 

I sighed and continued my ride home. As I came down my street, I felt a bit of relief. At least my guilt wouldn’t exist when I slept. I rode into my driveway and got off my bike. My tears had ceased by now, but I could feel myself being dragged into deep depression and regret. What the hell was wrong with my mind? I couldn’t just be a good, normal girl could I? I had to play this badass role to get respect…

I pulled my bike behind the garage and tossed it into the rose bush and went back to the front. I climbed up the post of the garage carefully and slowly, but I felt a burning pain in my palms…

Right, my cuts…

 

Soon they would be infected if I didn’t clean them. Once I was on the roof, I saw my open bedroom window and climbed in. As I fell onto my bed, I got back up and pushed my window back down. I pulled my hoodie off and flung it across the room. My sneakers were kicked off and the same when for my socks. I shed my jeans and tee shirt before collapsing onto my bed, drowning in my own thoughts.

 

I raised my hands and looked up at the dark brown mess and cuts…Most of the black nail polish on my nails had chipped off and even though I hadn’t realized before, my wrist was cut. It’d be a little hard to forget about tonight with scars all over my hands…

I yawned loudly. My eye lids got heavy and soon it was too much to take before they covered my eyes…

I fell into sleep, but my guilt made the slumber rough…And my dreams worse.

 

…

I found that my bad dreams wouldn’t let me sleep any longer than four hours…I woke up at eight a.m. on Saturday, wondering if they would find Mr. Harrison’s body over the weekend or on Monday morning…

I lay in my bed thinking for over three more hours, not moving an inch.

 

My thoughts were deeper than ever and memories of the night prior brought me to tears again. Finally, I found strength to get out of bed and get onto my feet. I picked up my clothes that I tossed carelessly last night and walked out of the room.

 

The tiles of my hallway were cold, waking me up even more as I went into the bathroom. It smelt clean as usual since it was always scrubbed down by our two house keepers. Just as I was putting my jeans in the laundry hamper, I felt my pockets and realized my IPhone was still in there and Sharif’s mom’s master keys were still hooked onto the belt loop.

I took my phone out and removed the keys from the belt. I needed to get them back to Sharif…I didn’t need any more people getting dragged into problems by my bad luck.

 

I rested my things down and turned on the shower before shedding my left over clothing and stepping into the warm jet of running water. I washed away the dirt and dry blood from my palms and the smell of blood from the rest of my body. I started thinking of what to do…It all seemed inescapable. The situation I was in that is.

I put my hand over my mouth, feeling suddenly sick at the frustrating thoughts…It was amazing that I could vomit considering that I hadn’t eaten anything but candy for the past few hours. And I hadn’t drunk enough beer either to give me a hang-over. The green-yellowish vomit came out of my mouth and went down the drain of the shower.

I leaned against the shower wall…It was just my guilt closing in on me…

 

Eventually I turned the knob and the water stopped. I reached out and grabbed a towel hanging from a nearby rack and wrapped it around my body before stepping out of the shower.

I walked over to the sink and picked up my pink electric toothbrush and a tube of tooth paste. I squeezed the clear blue gel onto my brush and wet it with water before putting it into my mouth. I flipped the switch and the vibrations of my brush went through my mouth, replacing the taste of my own sickness with a mint flavored one.

     

I spat out and turned on the water of the sink and watched it wash away. I picked up a bottle of mouthwash and opened it. Quickly, I took some into my mouth and moved it around the corners of my mouth and washed it around my tongue. I then spat it out into the sink and turned the water off. My badass attitude had pretty much disappeared by now…I didn’t feel confident, I didn’t feel careless…

I wasn’t me anymore…I looked up in the mirror and saw how I looked like hell.

 

I barely wanted to look at myself…I looked back down, avoiding making eye contact with the pre-teenage girl in the mirror. I picked my cellphone and Sharif’s keys off the bathroom floor before rushing out of the room.

I walked into my bedroom and closed my door behind me and locked it. I dropped my towel and pulled open a drawer of my dresser. After putting on my under garments, I sat down, looking in the mirror. The amethyst colored stone that was my belly button earring stayed firmly in place as I ran a finger over it.

 

The color was of my birth stone; February.

I sighed and went to my closet. I pushed the doors apart to reveal my large wardrobe of different colors. I sighed and pulled out a plain gray shirt and black shorts.

I reached down and picked up a pair of black vans before closing my closet again. I dressed slowly and slipped on the shoes. Once I was dressed, I forced myself to look in the mirror. Even though most of my make-up had come off in the shower, my black eye liner was smudged under my eyes and my hair was slightly damp, but drying naturally, making it frizzed.

I didn’t feel like brushing my hair so I grabbed a black headband that was nearby and put it on my head, pushing my hair backward.

 

I pulled a piece of tissue out of a box nearby and wiped the eye liner from under my eyes carefully. After staring in the mirror for five more minutes, I decided I didn’t feel up for make-up, not even lip-gloss. I looked over at my jewelry box which was open and saw my black stone necklace. It looked similar to something of a dream-catcher…My grandmother gave it to me when I was no older than ten and I hadn’t put it on since eleven when I started at Aquinas College…

I stared at the necklace…It was supposed to provide good luck and dreams when near but I hardly believed that.

I shrugged and put it on over my head, pulling my hair out of the chain so it wouldn’t get caught in it. What’d I have to lose? I obviously needed some good luck in my situation.

 

I picked up my cellphone and Sharif’s keys along with my own house keys before leaving my bedroom, closing the door behind myself. “Samantha?”

I turned to see my house keeper; Rose looking at me. “Oh…Hi, Rose…” I put my phone and the keys in my pocket so she wouldn’t see them.

She stepped closer and examined my hands. “What happened?”

The older American woman ran a single finger over one of the cuts and made me pull away in sudden pain. “Come; let me clean them for you.”

I backed away a bit. “No thanks, I’m going out.”

“You can’t go out with your hands like that.”

 

I sighed and allowed her to lead me into the small bedroom where she stayed. Rose sat me down on her bed and went over to a small white case kept under her bed. She sat beside me and opened the case revealing bandages, rubbing alcohol, cotton balls and other medicines I couldn’t really identify. “Where’d you get this stuff?”

“I use to be a nurse back in Florida,” she smiled slightly, pulling out rubbing alcohol and the roll of bandages.

She took my hands gently and then pulled out a cotton ball and the bottle of alcohol. She soaked the cotton ball and then placed the bottle aside before taking my hands again. She dabbed each cut on either of my hands and made me flinch in pain. “How did you hurt your hands?”

 

I remained silent, not looking at her, just at my hands. “Samantha, where are you?” she smiled.

She reminded me of when I was a little girl, how she would patch me up every time I got hurt falling down or cutting myself on something. I still didn’t answer her. “Hm,” she just continued on my hands.

Finally she wrapped my palms in bandages and I felt some feeling return into my hands. “Thanks Rose.” I said, standing up.

                                 

“Samantha…” I looked at the woman who knew me since I was two. “I noticed you weren’t in your room last night. You snuck out, didn’t you?”

I looked away from her. “No, I didn’t. I spent all night in my dad’s library studying.” I was a lousy liar when it came to Rose. Just the way she stared at me told me she didn’t believe a word I said. She knew I would never study unless someone made me.

“Why are you lying to me?”

‘Because if I told you the truth you’d hate me…’ I thought. “I’m not, look I have to go.” I rushed out of her bedroom. Guilt washed over me again, twisting my stomach around again and again. ‘Oh God…’

 

It was coming up again, that sick, guilt covered feeling. I raced downstairs and into the kitchen. I bent over the sink and vomited.

Since when did guilt make me physically sick? It never happened before…I had lied to my parents and other people hundreds of times but…But…I didn’t know…

As I stood upright again, I heard the click of heels against tile coming my way. “What’s up?” my sister; Sedriann Poitier walked behind me. I quickly turned on the water of the sink to wash away my sickness before she could see.

I turned around to see my sister open the refrigerator and pull out a bottle of water. The smell of her cheap perfume filled the room, making my sick feeling worsen.

 

I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and walked over, pretending everything was fine. The reason she didn’t have the same last name as me was because she was of a different father; and she had taken his last name instead of taking my father’s own.

I pulled out a bottle of water and opened it. I put it to my lips and drank the cold liquid; I washed it in my mouth and went over to the sink to spit it out, getting rid of the taste of my sickness.

 

“Hey, Sedriann…” I said, drinking more water. The liquid seemed the crack the dryness in the back of my throat, relieving it. “I’m going out, okay?”

“Where?” Sedriann asked, hardly looking at me. That was good; I didn’t need her seeing my hands.

“By a friend’s house for a while,” I drank more water before putting the now empty bottle on the counter. “Bye.” I quickly walked out of the kitchen and into the main room of the house.

 

I opened the door and finally left, closing the door behind me. The warm sun took a bit of my sick guilt away as I walked behind the garage to get my bike from where I left it last night. I got on my bike and rode out of my yard and onto the street. A few of my neighbors waved at me and I just put on a fake smile, but I didn’t wave. They couldn’t ask about my hands.

 

As I rode, I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and made up a text. “Is your mom home?” I sent it to Sharif.

After two minutes of riding my bike down the corner, I felt my phone vibrate. “She just left. Why?”

“I’m coming over.” I texted back.

“Ok.” Was what I received.

 

I slid my phone back into my pocket and started heading towards my friend’s house. As I left my street, I tried my best to keep my thoughts and memories of last night out of my mind. If they came back I would just bring back my own guilt and my tears. I turned the corner and left the neighborhood of Lyford Cay. Sharif’s house wasn’t very far, but the ride felt like forever.

What would I do if he asked about my hands? Or about what me and the group did last night at school?

Could I really tell him about what happened…?

            

It wasn’t like I couldn’t tell Sharif stuff in fact he knew most of my secrets and habits but some things had to be kept secret…Right?

As I rode into the yard of Sharif’s house, I got of my bike and let it drop onto the grass of his yard.

I approached the front door and rang the doorbell, hanging my head as I waited.

When the door opened, I looked up at Sharif standing in the doorway. He was in some black shirt that had a picture of the ‘Zombie Food Chain’ and black pants. “Hey…You look like hell.”

 

Just what I needed to hear, old honest Sharif… “Thanks,” I said sarcastically. “You know that’s exactly what girls like to hear! Hey! Tell that to your girlfriend next time you see her, I’m sure she’ll love that.”

He sighed. “Didn’t mean it like that, no offence…But you like you’ve been through war.”

I rolled my eyes and walked past Sharif and into his house. He closed the front door and watched as I collapsed onto the couch in his living room. “Something wrong?” he asked, sitting in another chair across from me.

“Nope…” I blew a strand of my hair out of my face. “Nothing…” I looked away from him and focused on the necklace around my neck.

 

Sharif stood up and zeroed in on me like nobody’s business. He looked deep in my eyes like he’d find an answer in the chocolate brown. “Sam, look straight at me and tell me nothing’s wrong.”

I stared at him for a bit. “Nothing…” My eyes shot down. “Nothing’s wrong…”

He stood upright and looked down at me. “You’re lying, aren’t you?”

“N-no!” I jumped up and looked at him, but I couldn’t exactly bring myself to look in his eyes. “Look, here are your keys…” I pulled the ring out and gave them back to him.

 

“Thanks, Sa-” he stopped as he was about to receive the keys from me. He grabbed both my hands and stared at the bandages. “What happened to your hands?”

 

I yanked my hands back and backed away. “Nothing!” I answered way too quickly.

“Samantha…”

‘S**t! He’s calling me by my full name!’ I thought. Whenever anyone called me by my full name, I was in deep trouble. “Yeah…?”

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

I sighed, shoving my hands in my pockets. “Yeah…”

“Then tell me what happened to your hands.”

 

I searched for any believable lie I could find. “I…I fell off my bike…”

“Uh huh, now tell me what really happened.”

I took a deep breath, almost ready to tell him, but I hesitated. It would be unfair to tell Sharif when I made Daniel and Matthieu promise to keep quiet… “Sharif, I-”

Suddenly the front door of Sharif’s house opened and Mrs. Cargill; Sharif’s mom and the school librarian walked in. She was carrying her black purse when she saw me. I was pretty sure she barely knew me but she definitely knew my name. “Hi, Samantha,” she was a usually sweet woman, but if I saw a girl home alone with my son I’d probably do my best to get rid of the girl too.

 

“Hi, Mrs. Cargill,” I waved, putting on a fake, sweet smile.

She examined me, moving her eyes up and down until she saw my bandaged hands. “Sweetie what happened to your hands?”

“Oh…” I put my hands in my pockets. “I fell off my bike, no big deal.”

She nodded. “Well then be more careful next time.”

 

Lying to Mrs. Cargill was easy since she didn’t mean much to me personally but lying to Sharif was a different story. “Yes ma’am…” I looked back at Sharif who led me outside at his front step.

“Tell me what happened.”

“I did tell-”

“No, I mean the actual truth.” He cut me off.

I felt my vision blur as tears started to come up, remembering last night. I blinked and a tear escaped from my eye but I wiped it away, hoping Sharif didn’t notice.

 

I honestly didn’t want to start crying in front of him like some weak little girl. “I…I…” Nothing really came to mind of what to say…My mind was blank… “I have to go,” I ran for my bike and picked it up off the grass.

“Fine but you can tell me when you’re ready, okay?” he touched my shoulder as I got onto my bike.

“Okay…”

                        

A/N: End of chapter 2 obviously. 

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Pretty good.