Hi everyone. I'm back again but I have some bad news so please don't kill me. I'm going home tomorrow and our internet probably won't working as we've just moved and then I'm going on holiday on Saturday so I'm not going to be able to update for a couple of weeks. I will do my best, as soon as I am able to put up the next chapter but please bear with me. Chapter 9 is almost ready for posting but needs some final adjustments. The chapter after that however is giving me difficulties so a break will allow me to focus on it!
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Thanks again and I hope you all like this chapter. I used some 'artistic license' in regards to Trent's parents as I couldn't remember how they were supposed to have died and this fitted in well! Here's chapter 8. As usual, read, enjoy and tell me what you think! All comments welcome!
Truths
Kira woke when a hand touched her shoulder.
"Conner?" she whispered, rubbing her eyes.
"I'm afraid not," a masculine voice said from behind her. She turned to see Trent standing there looking at Conner with a strange expression on his face.
"Are you ok?" they both asked at the same time.
"I'm fine," Kira reassured the serious young man. "How about you?"
"I'm good." The shake in his voice betrayed him.
"No you're not," Kira said firmly, "What's wrong?"
Trent glanced down at the floor. "It's just, seeing Conner like this, reminds me of my parents. I went to see them in hospital after their accident; they looked just like this, and they… they didn't make it. Conner's my friend, well, I hope he is. And I hate seeing him like this," he said quietly.
"Trent, I'm so sorry. I hate seeing him like this too," she said, getting up to hug him. They stood together for a few minutes, finding comfort in each other, then Trent held Kira a little way back from him.
"Kira…" he whispered.
"What?" she asked, looking up at him.
Suddenly he leant forward and kissed her. She froze for a second, before her mind registered what was happening. Kira put her hands on Trent's shoulders and pushed him away.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she almost shrieked at him.
He stepped back, puzzled and shocked, "Kira, I thought… you and me…"
Kira stared at him, "Trent, I'm so sorry if I gave you the wrong idea but I don't love you." Her eyes darted to Conner's comatosed form.
Trent saw and understanding dawned on his face, "You love Conner." It wasn't a question.
Kira nodded, "I'm sorry," she repeated, "I like you Trent, but I didn't realise how much Conner meant to me until he was gone. And now I might never be able to tell him. He thinks I hate him – I just want to tell him I love him. I feel like I'm losing the man I love. Please Trent, I couldn't bear to lose your friendship as well." Sobs began to shake her body uncontrollably.
Trent put his arms around her as she cried, "Don't be silly," he comforted her, "You'll never lose my friendship. I will always be here for you if you need me. But if you love Conner, then I can live with that. And I've seen the way he looks at you anyway – I'm surprised you hadn't," he added.
Kira looked up into his dark eyes, "What do you mean?" she asked, her tears drying on her cheeks.
Trent smiled, "You're not very perceptive are you?"
Kira punched him on the arm, "What are you trying to say?"
"Conner loves you." Trent said simply.
That made Kira take a step back, "Wha…what!"
"I've seen the way he looks at you – his eyes never leave you. He adores you Kira. As I said, I'm surprised you hadn't noticed."
Kira was stunned, "I had no idea. Oh gods…" she trailed off as her words came back to haunt her, "…all you are is a stupid, self-centred jock? Dr. O was right, you are irresponsible, immature and worst of all, you don't give a damn about us…" How wrong she had been.
"What is it?" Trent was looking at her curiously.
She swallowed, "I said some pretty harsh things to him at school yesterday. I knew they were bad, but if he really does feel that way about me then they're worse than I thought. Will he ever forgive me?" She turned back to Conner's bedside. Tears began to flow anew. "I just want him to wake up, Trent. What if he doesn't? What if he dies and I never get to tell him that I'm sorry and I love him? What if…?"
"Stop that." Trent said roughly. "Conner's strong; he'll make it through this. When he wakes up you can tell him how you feel. But right now you have to look after yourself." He looked at her pale face, "Come on, I'll buy you lunch. I don't suppose you had any breakfast?" Kira shook her head and Trent sighed, "Thought not. Come on, Hayley does some quite good food," he grinned, "I should know, I serve it!"
Kira gave him a weak smile and nodded, "I guess I am kinda hungry." She looked at Conner and kissed him on the forehead, "I'll be back soon 'babe'. Don't you dare die on me," she whispered to him and glanced at his face, hoping for any response to her words. But there was nothing. She closed her eyes briefly, holding back the tears that threatened to run down her cheeks. She straightened up and smiled at Trent, "Hayley's it is then."
With a last look at Conner she followed Trent out, shutting the door behind her.
In the silent room Conner's hand curled itself up…
