Chapter 12CAIDEN
After showing Bryson my bruises nothing more was said. He pulled out a mattress and blankets. “You’ve done this before?” I asked fascinated by the quickness he got a bed ready for me.
“Maybe once or twice.” He said with a wink.
“Did he stay over a lot?”
He eyed me cautiously, “you mean Corbin?” I only nodded, “he stayed more when we were in middle school.”
“Did things change between the two of you when you reached high school?”
Bryson sat on the end of the bed staring at the wall above his chest of drawers. “I’d like to say no, but it did. We changed. I changed. He changed. Our friendship was still strong, but deep down I knew that something had changed.”
I pulled my sleeves down. I didn’t want the bruises on display anymore. “What did you do?”
He shook his head, “
