I jumped at the loud thud.
He was standing still, facing the wall, hands limp at his sides.
“Jayden,” I whispered, moving closer to him, “please don’t.”
“Why?” He asked in a raspy voice.
“I know how it hurts to be some backup plan because that’s what I’ve been my whole life.” I stared at his hand, which seemed to be getting redder, “and I’m tired too.”
“I like you Jayden. I have since the first time I saw you. Life is fucked up and people can be shitbags.” I let go of his hand, “I know your scars, and I know that you hurt, and it’s okay. It’s okay to hurt, it’s okay to cry, it’s okay to scream out loud and you should know that it’s not your fault.”
“Seriously?” He started laughing.
I stare at him dumbfounded.
“You think I’ll buy that?” He shakes his head, “How old do you think I am? Five?!”
“You think I’m lying?” I asked indignantly.
“Oh come on!” He laughs again, “you’re good, I’ll have to hand that to you. You had me confessing didn’t you?”
to be continued…