He didn’t know what to say.
He honestly had no idea what to say, or do, to make this better.
It felt like a knife had suddenly been slammed into his stomach and twisted violently.
She’d been attacked. Twice on the same day. Kidnapped by Psycho Delic. Cut by him. Threatened by Hot Flash.
And she hadn’t told him a thing.
She had looked him in the eyes and lied.
No sign to say she was.
He took a slow, steadying breath, as his heart continued to shrink in on itself. “She lied to me. She lied to me. She said she’d never lie to me about anything. We’re meant to be honest aren’t we? Isn’t that the idea of a relationship? She didn’t want me worrying? Isn’t not worrying worse than not knowing? What if it had been worse? What if she had died? Then what? Where would he be? Alone all over again and you know you would box yourself up in this apartment and never leave. What do I do. What do I say. She lied to me… she… lied… but with good reason…?”
He was quiet for a long moment, unable to say anything, incapable of it. So he held her close.
It was all he could do.
She sobbed against him, worry filling her heart. She felt like scum. She felt worse than scum. She had tried to do the right thing, or what she thought was the right thing and it blew up in her face. She honestly didn’t want him to worry, didn’t want him to get hurt. She had never had anyone worrying over her before that this was new to her.
All she could do was whisper, “I’m sorry,” over and over, hoping he wouldn’t hate her, hoping he wouldn’t leave her. She had no one but him. She had disowned her family and despite all her friends, none of them had been there for her like Jack had.
She was so scared, tears continuously streaming down her face.
It felt like an eternity before he finally said anything.
“We have to move.”
It was the only thing he said.
Jack Maple 