Chapter 143 - Talk To Me

Jack.

He is hiding something from me. 

It is obvious but I don't know what it is.

The fear when I told him a woman was outside is still in my mind. I know he has been through shit—haven't we all?

I just wish it was easy for him to talk to me. He didn't want to go out with me because he didn't want me to bring it up but how can I not. 

Something that weird happened and he expects me to act like I don't remember it. That woman is going to come back. 

She seemed desperate to see him. 

What could have happened to make him avoid her? 

We eat in silence. After I told him that he didn't have to talk to me if he didn't want to. I let him know that I would wait for him to open up to me when in reality, I was dying to know. I wanted to know why he was so afraid of his mother showing up. There has to be a reason for his fear and I want him to be able to talk about it with me.

It should be easy for him to communicate with me. I know these things might be hard, considering how the beginning of a relationship always has to look perfect. Our relationship is far from perfect. The bruises on my face will show more on that.

"I think I might have to move,'' he breathes those words out.

I furrow my brows.

This definitely has something to do with the woman "Like out of the apartment?''

He nods.

"Because of her?'' I ask, getting up and taking the plates to the sink. He remains quiet, probably because he doesn't want to talk about it. He is running away from his problems. That is what he wanted me to do. Run away from my father even though I am pretty sure I can still handle him for now.

"No, I just don't want to have to deal with her right now.''

Okay. He is talking to me about this. That is a good thing…right?

"Okay,'' I manage. Even though in my head, I have so many questions. I don't know what to say or how to even compose the words but they are there. I just told him that he didn't have to talk about this until he was ready and I meant it but you can't blame me for being curious.

He stands up from the chair and lets out a heavy sigh "I just want to go to bed tonight. Can we do that?'' he asks. The desperation is evident in his voice. I want to give him all he wants. if he is tired. We don't have to talk about this.

I nod my head and he smiles at me warmly, slowly walking over to me. He grabs both of my hands in his as he pulls me closer.

"Thank you for being here. You don't even know how much this has helped me," he tells me, I don't even know what he means but I manage a nod. I want to be there for him. I guess he doesn't trust me enough to be completely transparent. I don't expect complete trust from him yet—like I have been saying, these things between us is still fresh.

There is no problem in having some secrets. Everyone has secrets.

He presses his lips to mine and I close my eyes, wanting more but it ends up being short and not as I would want it to be. As fast as his lips are on mine, they are gone. I watch him as he let's go of me and goes to his room. I don't know how to feel about this. He is acting very weird and this is going to affect us. No matter how he may see it.

I clear up the kitchen which takes about fifteen minutes. Once I get back to the room, he is already asleep. Maybe that was his intention. I mean, he doesn't want to talk about it and even though I told him I am okay with that—he still chose to act weird about it and avoid me.

I change my clothes and climb into the bed, next to him. I haven't gone back home, since the bruises. I don't even know if he is at home. Usually, he doesn't spend more than two days at the apartment but I have stayed with Trick because he has been worried. He wants me to move in with him but I am not ready to do that. Today just proves that I don't know a lot about him and until we get to that stage where we can both be one hundred percent open with each other—I won't take things to that level.

I close my eyes and all the problems of today evaporate as I fall asleep…..

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Sounds coming from the living room wake me up. I turn to Trick's side and it is empty. At first, I think it is Lance. He is the one that has the majority of the drama. With his mum and Stepdad but the minute I hear Trick's voice. I know it is him.

"Please just leave me alone,'' he sounds desperate and pained.

He must be talking to his mother. The woman that came earlier. I stand up from the bed and walk over to the door. It is slightly ajar, so I see him pacing back and forth with his phone pressed to his ear "You promised to leave me alone. Why are you doing this now?'' he whisper-yells into the phone. I don't have a clue on what he is talking about and maybe it is wrong for me to eavesdrop on his but I need to know. I want to know what is keeping him up at night.

"Yeah, you know how It will look if you keep showing up.''

I hold my breath, not wanting to make any sound.

"Mom, you promised to let me go. We agreed to cut ties after that night.''

That night.

What happened that night?

I watch him as he walks away from my view. Now I am thinking worst-case scenarios. I don't know what he is hiding but it seems like a big deal. Something happened with his parents and it seems like he wants to take it to the grave. His footsteps get closer and I run back to the bed. I don't want him to catch me being a creep. Not right now.

I cover my whole body with the Duvet as he closes the door gently. My eyes are wide open under the darkness. Maybe the angle I am going with is not the best. This is bothering me as much as it is bothering him. I think I have to talk to him about it. I pull the covers up and he jumps, a look of guilt on his face—almost like he just got caught doing something bad.

"You're awake,'' he mutters shaking.

I nod and sit up on the bed next to him "So are you,'' I point out.

He smiles "I guess I wasn't as tired as I thought."

He is still trying to keep this from me "What is going on Trick?'' I know I said I would be patient but I can't anymore. I need to know.

"Nothing,'' he brushes it off like it is nothing.

"Why did you have to sneak out of the room to have your conversation?''

His eyes open wide, the shock evident in them "I didn't sneak out. I just didn't want to wake you up.'' He has a point there. I mean, it is almost believable—if I didn't hear his conversation.

"Why won't you just talk to me?''

He sighs and then runs his hands over his head, his hair is growing out a bit. "It's not that easy,'' he mumbles. This is hard for him but the impatience side of me is bursting out.

"Okay, you want to move because of your mom…what happens to us?''

He furrows his brows in confusion. Almost like he can't understand what I am saying, even though it is loud and clear "You'll come with me. You're mine.''

I raise a brow "I am not yours. You can't just decide to move and think I will follow you with no explanation whatsoever.''

He sighs loudly, the frustration clear on his face "that's not what is going on. I explained to you that my past is dark. I told you that I ran away from it. It is best not to even talk about it.''

"Even with me?''

"Especially to you Jack. You are the light in my life if I bring the darkness that I let go of into you. it will ruin us."

"Light without darkness is not the best thing. You need night to calm your day.''

He smiles "This is different."

Why does it feel like it isn't?

Now I am scared to find out what it is.