Trying to Find a Way

Chapter ten

Troy rushes home. We both run into the house to see an angry mom and Cece. Well this can't be good.

"Where were you?" My mother asked in a strict tone.

"I was bowling with Troy. I texted you about it." I reply softly.

I look over at Troy. He can tell my mom is also looking over to him so he nods in agreement.

"Well this girl said she saw you two going into a bar." She pointed over to Cece.

Does my mom really believe this crap?

"With a due respect Mrs. Evergreen, Carolina and I were bowling. That girl," Troy points to Cece, "her name is Cece and let me tell you she is bad news. We never told you this, but Cece was about to beat Carolina up when I had my memory lose. I remembered everything thankfully and went to save Carolina." He pauses. "She also told your daughter to die." Troy whispers.

I stand in shock. I can't believe he explained all of that in a matter of seconds.

My mom looks over at us and to Cece. Cece's face is beat red from anger.

"Is this true, Cece?" My mom asked.

Is she seriously asking if that's true? Doesn't she believe us?

"No it is not! I would never do that!" Cece defended herself.

Troy takes out his phone. I remembered that he took a picture of the hate comment from Cece.

"Well explain this little picture." Troy said and walked over to my mom.

He showed her the picture. She starts to tear up, which caused me to have fresh tears in my eyes.

"That is Cece's account." Troy simply said. That is all he needed to say. He didn't have to explain anything.

"I'm taking this to the police, and to the school. This is a form of bullying." My mom said as she raised her voice.

Cece has the most shocked expression on her face.

"You can't take that to the police! I could get in deep trouble for that!" Cece screamed.

"You deserve the worst punishment possible for saying that to my daughter," My mother pauses, "What is your parents number." My mom demanded.

Cece is now crying. Serves her right. She hands my mom her phone. My mom types in Cece's parents numbers into her phone. My mom walks away as she talks to the parents.

"I never meant for this to happen!" Cece is sobbing now.

Don't feel bad. You can not feel bad.

I hear my mom screaming at her parents. Troy hugs me. I feel so broken inside, Troy fixes that.

"It's going to be okay." Troy whispers in my ear.

My mom comes back into the living room and sits on the couch. She sighs and looks up at us and smiles.

"Well Cece, I should take you home." My mom says.

Cece has been on the floor sobbing. My mom grabs Cece's elbow and picks her up.

"I'll be awhile kids, so watch a movie or something. Go to sleep whenever but you have school tomorrow." She said with a smile and walked out with Cece.

Silence filled the house. Troy and I crash onto the couch.

"That was----interesting." Troy said with a sigh.

I nod. I can't find the words to speak.

"Are you okay?" Troy asked.

He gets off the couch and kneels in front of me. I lean forward and hug me.

"I'm fine. I'm just shock how quickly that went." I say breathless.

Troy looks up at me as he release our hug.

"I agree with you. Don't feel bad for Cece. She deserves whatever she gets. She got herself into this. Cece never should've did that." Troy says.

I hug him tightly.

"You know you can tell me anything right?" I ask Troy.

I feel like he is always there for me, and I'm never there for him.

"I know." He hesitates. "I--I--have something-t-to tell you." Troy's voice is shaky.

"Okay." I reply.

He takes me up stairs and sits us on the bed.

"At one point I wasn't an only child." Troy barely manages to get out before tears on flow onto his cheeks.

My heart is officially broken.

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

I look up at his face. I want him to tell me.

"I used to have a sister, a twin, her name was Tory." Troy says.

I am shock. He had a sister?

"Oh." Is all I could say.

"We were fourteen when she-she-got cancer." He whispers.

Every-time he speaks, my heart shatters into more pieces which I thought wasn't even possible.

I let him keeping talking.

"She was in the hospital all the time. She got really really sick.I used to miss a ton of school to be with her. I didn't know when her last day would be, so I would try to be with her as much as possible. I went home one day and slept at my house. I woke up and went to the hospital with my mom. She was with my Tory as much as me, maybe even more. When we got there, she had to go into surgery as soon as possible. She died in the middle of surgery." Troy was sobbing into my shoulder.

I too was crying. That is the saddest story I ever heard. I rub his back trying to comfort him in some way.

The pictures his wall, were her. I never asked about the pictures.

"I became," He pauses, "depressed. Along with my mom."

"I lost my best-friend. My mom lost a daughter. My dad wouldn't talk. He would bury with sorrow in his work. My mom and I would just stare at the wall. We did nothing. Reality finally hit us and we had to stop. Tory would not want us to be sad about it. I kept my feelings to myself. When I met you, I started to open up. When you are depressed and cutting, it makes me feel like I will loose you. I can't loose you." He said and brought his head up to look at me.

"You're not alone." He whispers.

I am confused about that. He lifts up his arm sleeve to reveal scars, all up his arm. I gasp. He cut, just like me.

"I'm so sorry Troy." I whisper into his ear.

With that, he kisses me.