Chase waits for me on their lawn, the outside light illuminating his face making his face look like silver. I take big steps over the fluffy grass until I’m standing right infront of him.
“What’s up?” he says, the way he usually greets.
I purse my lips and try not to cry. He nods and takes my school bag and we go inside straight towards his room. It doesn’t seem as if he knows anything. Or is keeping secrets from me. He closes his door and I feel filled with questions, zooming around my mind. Should I be honest with Chase? Or should I play things safe. Maybe I should tell the police the whole situation? I want to but something in the back of my mind says I shouldn’t. I want to scream in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” Chase asks and goes to sit on his red desk chair. He looks at m
