Dark Realities
"I can't. She'd kill me if she found out." Trevor said, his voice breaking.
"She?" Skye asked. "Ok, that's a start. Can you tell me anything else about her?"
"Shit." Trevor swore.
"Do I know her, Trevor?"
There was deafening silence for a moment, Trevor thinking and Skye waiting eagerly. It was getting harder and harder to sit here, just waiting.
"How is Uncle Luke?" Trevor said.
Skye just rolled her eyes. "Come on, Trevor just tell me. Don't change the subject."
It was Trevor's turn to roll his eyes. Then he strained them in a way to suggest that the subject of Skye's dad wasn't off topic. He asked again, "How is Uncle Luke?" I figured it out. It was a clue. Trevor was trying to get her to guess.
It took Skye a moment, but I think she figured it out. "Uncle Luke is fine..." she said suspisiously. "How are Uncle Jake and Aunt Kit?"
Trevor never looked at Skye when he spoke, he looked down at the ground. "Dad is fine. He came home today. But not until... but not until a while after my Mum dragged me home from going to see Eli in the hospital."
Skye looked away and took her hands off Trevor's shoulder. She placed them on the wheel, but she seemed very uncomfortable. She traced the entire circumference of the wheel before she spoke.
"Did... did she do this to you?" Skye asked, her voice shaking.
Trevor said nothing. Skye was crying now, her silent tears glowing on her cheeks in the light from the street lamps.
"How?" she asked despretely. "How could your mother do something like that to you?"
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We all have secrets.
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Sweet Dreams!
May Nightmare spare you.
