Chapter 22 | The Truth

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Chapter 22 | The Truth

The sky was a beautiful midnight blue with stars sprinkled all across it. Raysen and I were in the trunk where all the pillows and blankets were set up, just laying down in admiring the stars.

I rested my head on his chest and looked up at the beautiful night sky. Everything felt perfect right in this moment. I had the boy I wanted right next to me, a beautiful view, and happiness in my heart. Nothing in the world ever topped the feeling I felt right now.

Raysen's heart beating was all I could hear in the silence. With my head pressed on his chest, I could also feel his slow breaths, just breathing in and out.

His arm was wrapped around my neck, pulling me close to his body. The cold night wasn't so cold any more with him right next to me.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything you want," he answered.

I grabbed his other hand in mine and started playing with his fingers. "Why aren't you that close with your parents?"

He sighed. "My family is going through a rough patch right now."

I looked up at him in sorrow.

"They're going through a divorce," he continued.

"I'm so sorry."

He shook his head. "I just don't get it. They loved each other so much when I was a little kid. We grew up as a happy family, and now that's all coming to an end. They constantly fight and yell at each other. I don't know where it went wrong."

I intertwined our fingers, letting him know I was there for him and that it was okay to confide in me.

"I was starting to get worried that they were beating you at home, with all those bruises and everything," I mumbled.

He muttered a quick 'no' then explained what really happened. "I went to a bar with a couple of friends just to play pool, not to drink. However, there was this guy drinking there that liked to pick fights. He was yelling at the bartender and I tried to calm him down. Wrong move. He started to fight me. It was in the evening, I went there to blow off some steam because my parents were yelling at each other. The only reason I let him beat me up was because if coach found out I was fighting, I'd be in trouble, not only that, but my grades were slipping too."

"So, the same night he beat you up at the bar, was the same night of our tutor session?"

He nodded. "That's why I was late."

"I'm sorry for everything I said that night if I offended you in any way."

"It's okay, you didn't know. You really surprised me that night, you know?"

I looked up at him in confusion. His beautiful eyes looking down on me.

"You took care of me. I came there for studying and you gave me more than I asked for," he chuckled.

"Well you were hurt, and I can't stand seeing anybody like that."

He gave me a pained expression at my choice of words.

"But you're more than just an 'anybody' to me now."

He kissed the top of my head and smiled. "I should probably explain how I got beat up a second time, huh?"

I nodded.

"Well, I went back to the same bar to play pool, because once again my parents were fighting. Little did I know, the same drunk guy who beat me up was there again, and wanted to rendezvous."

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