Eighteen

I was stunned. Words had escaped me. What did you say to someone who had just poured their heart out in the most heart-wrenched way?

You didn’t say anything. You poured another drink, one for yourself, and one for him. That was what I did, and silently handed Ace the glass.

“It happened in my room. I felt disgusted with the place for weeks, I’ve slept in the spare room ever since until you got here, and then I forced myself to face it. I can’t have you in there because there are nothing but bad memories there, and you shouldn’t be associated with anything bad in my life.”

That touched my heart a little. Here I had been thinking the complete opposite, like a petty, jealous child. When in fact he had been struggling with something so horrible, no one should ever have to suffer that.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that, I never should have asked.” I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, and he grasped it.

“No, it was a matter of time before you found out and I should’ve been hon