Corey's Secret

Chapter 3

The Discovery

Corey returned from History class and several days passed about as normally as could be expected when you are hiding such a huge secret as Corey was hiding from
Topanga. She knew Corey was keeping something from her but it almost hurt her more that he seemed as though he no longer trusted her to understand and help him with his problems. She had started to notice that the last couple of days he was becoming increasingly jumpy and stressed. She desperately wanted to help him with what was going on but she also wanted to respect his right to keep a secret. All people have secrets and so did Corey!

One evening after they had finished dinner and cleared the dishes Topanga had wandered back into their bedroom and decided to take a shower. Corey sat down at the table with his book bag. He unzipped it and began to pull book after book out and stack them in front of him. He took the book from the top of the pile and laid it out in front of him and pushed the others to the opposite side of the table. Getting out paper and a pencil he flipped to the correct page and began to do his math homework. A few hours passed and Topanga came back from the bedroom. She walked up behind Corey and rested her hands upon his shoulders, "Corey" she said softly.

"AWWWWW…." He screamed as his body jumped as if an electrical current surged though his entire body. "COREY! What is the matter with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh Corey stop it! You have been jumpy and nervous. All I do is touch you and you nearly hit the roof! You won't stay in bed and you have been stressed out lately. I know it has something to do with what happened Saturday night but you won't tell me! Corey how can I help you if you won't tell me what is wrong?"

"Topanga if I told you what was going on then you might get freaked out and scared because that is how I feel right now and when I figure out what to do I will act upon the situation and things will be just fine. Trust me!" He said as he turned his chair to face her.

"Corey why should I trust you? You don't trust me."

"How could you even thing that?"

"Well if your keeping secrets that are so big that you can't even sleep and won't let me help you, you must not trust me with the problem, secret, situation, or whatever it is!" Throughout the sentence her voice steadily climbed in volume and rage. "Topanga I wish I could tell you I really do, but you don't understand I am scared and I don't want to tell anyone the more people find out the more nervous I will become and I just know that if I told the police, which is what I need to do, that they won't believe me!"

"The police?" She questioned in confusion.

"Look Topanga, I love you and I think the less you know the better. I have already said too much! Good night!" That is when he finally stood up from the table full of textbooks and made a quick route to the bedroom.

As Corey lay in bed staring at the lit display of the clock he could only think about what his pillow was laying upon at this very moment. The clock read three forty-five am, again another sleepless night had come and gone and he still did not know what he was going to do but he did realize that if he did not come up with a plan soon it could possibly distance him from Topanga even more. He had never had to deal with these types of things when he was younger and his dad never discussed what to do if he ever came in contact with something like this. All he ever knew was drugs are bad and he had decided that he would never do them. He never thought about accidentally coming in contact with them.

The next day came and things happened as the always did. Corey and Topanga had breakfast, Topanga went to class Corey went to the restaurant, but things got really scary for Topanga while Corey was at work. She was finishing up the dishes when she remembered that she should probably do the laundry just as soon as the dishes were done because she was planning to go to a study group the next night, which is normally when she did the laundry. So she calmly finished the last plate and went into the bedroom to get the sheets off the bed to wash. She started with the sheets on the bed and piled them on the floor next to the doorway. Then she proceeded by stripping the pillowcase off her pillow but as she pulled the pillowcase from Corey's side she noticed something drop from within and land on the floor. She bent down and picked it up as she held the bag she had a very perplexed look. This look of confusion quickly turned to panic, disbelief, anger, and sadness when she opened it and smelled the odor that leaked out. She knew exactly what the odor was. The more she thought the more shocked and confused she became. How could this really happen? While it was true Corey was acting strange, how could this happen? Why was Corey hiding drugs from her? She closed her eyes wishing she were anywhere but there. Now she was faced with a decision herself. What she going to confront him? Her mind was full of questions but one seemed more important than the others, was there more drugs that he was hiding? Her eyes shot open and she leaped from the bed and threw open the top of the dresser and began frantically throwing clothes out. Then she went to the next and the next until she had completely torn the room apart. After the bedroom she went looking everywhere else she could think of. But she came up empty. So, she put everything back where she found it including the bag of drugs. She did not know what to do and she did not want Corey to know that she found them yet. That night was a quiet one, neither one really wanted to talk or knew what to say.