Corey's Secret

Chapter 4

Amy and Alan

Once more Topanga found herself alone in the dorm while Corey was at classes and work. She knew that she had to find away to help Corey but she did not want to confront him for she did not know how he was going to react, but she figured that she had to at least try.

She finally got her chance when they were both home to have dinner together. "Corey."

"Yes Topanga."

"Have you been feeling better lately? You know since Saturday."

"Actually now that you bring it up….I have felt somewhat better." Topanga's mind left the conversation. Here it is I know the truth she thought. Corey is addicted to drugs and he feels better because he has an even sneaker plan to keep me in the dark about it. He probably is high right now and that is why he is so calm. The more she thought, her eyes closed and tears began to roll down her face. "Topanga." Corey said interrupting her thoughts. "Yes Corey."

"What is wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Corey I am sad."

"About what?"

"I am sad that I can't help you and be honest with you." She barely got the words out before her hands covered her face and her breathing pattern was disrupted. "Topanga you can be honest with me. But you are right no one can help me right now but me. You must understand that it has nothing to do with you." He reached over and wrapped his arms around her.

"Corey how can you say that this has nothing to do with me? Don't you get it? Everything you do affects not only you but me because I am your wife."

"Just hold on Topanga. Everything will be ok, I promise."

This was turning out to be more of a problem than Corey ever wanted it to be. How could he possibly have let it get this far out of hand? No one had the answer. But things were spinning out of control for Topanga even more than Corey realized. For if he knew what Topanga had thought and found he would have just told her what really happened that Saturday night. Topanga had decided that talking to Corey was no longer an option that she could take alone.

Corey decided to go to bed early that night and Topanga stepped out into the hall with the cordless phone. She dialed it and awaited an answer on the end. "Hello."

"Amy, this is Topanga."

"Well hello Topanga. How are things going?"

"Actually not so good."

"What's wrong Topanga?"

"I can't tell you now. I want to meet with you as soon as possible." She requested as her voice began to weaken and her eyes water.

"Topanga you can come over right now if you want."

"Normally Amy I would say no because I don't want to disturb you this late but I think the sooner I tell you the better."

"Ok then come over."

"Thank you. I will be over as soon as I get there."

"Bye Topanga."

"Bye."

Within thirty minutes Topanga was ringing the Mathews doorbell. Alan answered and invited her in. "Topanga come in and sit down."

"Thank you dad." As she carefully made her way in and sat down Amy was already sitting on the couch waiting for her arrival.

"Now Topanga, what is it that was so bad you could not tell us on the phone?" Alan questioned as he sat down on the opposite side of Amy putting Topanga between them. "Well you see Corey has been acting really strange lately and I think I know why. When I think about it, it just tares me up inside. I just really can't believe Corey would do such a thing."

"Uhhhhh well…Topanga we still don't know what you are talking about."

"Right. You see it all started last Saturday when Corey came home from work. He normally gets back about eleven or eleven thirty at night but he did not show up until almost one am."

"Maybe something went wrong that delayed him.'

"But you see when he came in he would not tell me why he was late. He just made up some lame excuse. I noticed that his face was all cut up and he was limping. Now when I try and talk to him he won't tell me anything and he said that he did not because he was scared and did not want the police to get involved."

"The police?"

"Yes, that is what he said. So things went on a while longer until the other night when I decided to do the laundry."

"Ok…What does laundry have to do with anything?" Questioned Amy.

"Well…" She paused and took a deep breath. "When I went to take the pillowcase from Corey's pillow a small bag of….of…drugs fell onto the floor." She started to cry and fell into Amy's arms.

"WHAT! Topanga are you sure?"

"Yes."

"How do you know that is what it was?"

"I smelled it and I know that it was Pot."

"Well has Corey been acting strange lately?" Questioned Alan.

"Yes he has been very secretive and jumpy. I DON'T UNDERSTAND how Corey could do such a thing." She baled.

"Alan I really don't believe Corey would do such a thing!"

"I know dear."

"Topanga."

"Yes dad."

"I am glad you came to us. Did you ask Corey about it?"

"Not really, I tried to but could not seem to get the words out."

After a few hours of talking to Amy and Alan they had figured out a way that they could tell him together. Corey and Topanga would go to the Amy and Alan's the next night for dinner.