Tell Me No Lies

01

(tw: abusive parents)

- V E N U S -

I sit down slowly, letting the tall grass cover my figure completely. The darkness swells around me, I can't even see my hand right in front of my face. My back hits the ground. I glance at the sky. The stars align. It's like someone poked holes into a giant container, and I'm just a little bug that's trapped inside of it.

I love it. I have come out here every night since I moved, just to look at the sky. Just to get away from everyone. My parents, mostly. I don't know anyone here. Yet. I start school tomorrow. I am terrified. Why did I have to move senior year? It's annoying.

I adjust my position, hearing something in the grass next to me. I sit up, my heart racing.

I'm about to get killed.

My arm brushes up against something. Someone?

"Is someone here?" I ask, shifting away.

"Yes." A voice says from beside me. I jump.

I know, I shouldn't talk to someone I don't know, or can't see, but what's the best that could happen?

"I was just seeing if someone was out here." I say softly, tilting my head to the side slightly. I catch a glimpse of green eyes.

Pretty.

"I like your eyes." I say suddenly. I know I'm never going to see this guy again. Hopefully not.

"Mhm." He hums, brushing off my compliment.

"I never heard your car. I had no idea you were even out here. How did you even-"

"Just shut up. Stop fucking talking." He snaps, cutting me off.

I flinch, closing my mouth. I wrap my arms around myself, shivering against his shoulder. He notices, sparing me a glance. He tosses a hoodie onto my face. "Thank you." I say.

"You're welcome."

I pull the hoodie over my head. "What's your name?" I ask.

"Tell me your first." He puts his arms behind his head. Hopefully he's in a better mood.

"Yeah, no. I have no idea who you are. You could be a psychopath for all I know. You could have a chainsaw behind you or something. Tell me your name first, then I'll reconsider."

He scoffs. "Fine. It starts with a G."

"Mine starts with a V." I mutter. "How old are you?"

"What is this? Twenty fucking questions?"

"What? No. I'm just curious. I have no clue who you are. You showed up at a random hill in the middle of nowhere. I'm seventeen and going into senior year." I glance over at him.

"You're lying. You don't sound seventeen. And you're the size of a freshman." I can see his shoulders moving. Like he's laughing.

"Why would I lie?" I scoff, offended. "And I'm 5'5, for that matter."

"That's pretty short." He sighs, shrugging.

"How tall are you then?"

"6'4 and seventeen." He sounds like he's bragging. "My hair is brown, my eyes are green, and if you're curious, my di-"

"I'm not curious." I say quickly, shaking my head.

Neither of us spoke after that. It's not awkward, but again I wouldn't call it comforting. It's about one in the morning when I hear the grass move around me.