Chapter Fourteen: Hide And Go Truth

I looked at the study and wondered if I could comfortably sleep on the oversized armchair that was tucked into the corner of the room next to a large bookcase. And then the banging started at the door. I knew I wasn't going to be aloud to sleep.

"For fuck's sake!" Came Ace's angered voice from the other side of the door.

The door rattled and I thought he could actually break through, I childishly hide under the desk as he shouted: "Are you going to be as awkward as last time?"

The banging stopped momentarily as he waited for my answer, "I plan to be even more awkward!" I replied mockingly, holding my legs to my chest and resting my chin on my knees.

"Then you leave me no fucking choice!" He replied just as mockingly.

I heard the door bang a few more times, and considered creeping out from underneath the desk to see if it was breaking. But there was no need to look, I heard the lock break and the door slam against the wall.

I heard him breathing heavily as he walked around the room, I tried to stay quiet, hoping if he got far enough to the other side of the room that I could make a run for the door.

His legs and feet appeared in front of me and he began to lean down, leaning his hands on the desk so I couldn't escape unless I pushed him back.

He was crouched in front of me, his head tilted slightly so he could see me, "What are you doing?" he asked, the anger fading from his face and turning to mild amusement.

"Nothing," I muttered quietly, avoiding his eyes.

"Are you going to come out or shall I drag you?" The amusement now coming through in his voice.

I glared at him in response and he began to stand up, holding out his hand, I sighed and took it. As soon as I'd fully stood up, he grabbed both my wrists and pushed me against the desk.

I looked at him angrily and spat out, "What the hell are you doing?"

He looked back at me sternly, "Getting answers."

The anger fell from my face, "Ace…"

"Is everything you told me at the hospital true?" He said, not taking his eyes from mine and ignoring my pleading look.

I sighed and looked down, realizing I wasn't going to be able to avoid this. I looked back up at him, "Yes."

"Being called Bunny? The drugs? The sex?"

A tear trickled down my face. "Yes."

"Why did you lie to me from the start?" His voice almost cracked.

"I don't know. I guess I didn't want you to know. I never meant to hurt you. I'd just wanted a fresh start."

"What were you sent here to recover from?"

I shook my head, "I can't tell you. That's the only thing I can't tell you."

His hands let go of my wrists, "Then I'm not doing this."

He stepped away and began moving towards the door, I stood there numbed from shock.

"What?" I managed to choke out.

"I want the truth." He turned and looked at me. "Without it, what's the point?"

I battled with myself. I couldn't tell him. But I couldn't just let him walk away at the same time. And how dare he go on about truth, he was engaged! In the six months we'd been apart, he'd found someone and proposed to her. I voiced my thoughts.

"You're engaged." I said, looking at him coldly.

"She's the only thing that takes my mind off of you," his words seemed to shock him as well as me.

"So you proposed to her?" I spat out.

"It's not like that! I don't love her! She told me she's pregnant and I thought marriage was the honorable thing to do."

I scoffed, "You and honor?"

Anger flashed through his eyes, "I found out the other week that she'd been lying, one of her friend's told me. I keep thinking of a way to break it off without her going nuts."

I folded my arms, and propped one up so that my hand rested around my mouth. I thought about what he'd said, 'I don't love her', 'break it off'. I was so deep in thought I didn't notice him turn away and continue towards the door.

I looked up, maybe I had a chance, I had to tell him the truth.

"I had an abortion."

He stopped immediately, "What?" He asked without turning around.

"That's what I was sent here to recover from. When I found out I was pregnant I didn't know what to do, I turned to my mom, I told her everything. She was furious, ashamed, but she helped; she started keeping check on me, found someone who'd perform an abortion. It was illegal, I stayed in my room for a few days, crying mostly. She sent me here, to recover from it, to start again, and I think she needed time to forgive me. Only me, the doctor, my mom and Leggy know about it, and now you."

He turned around to look at me, his eyes avoided mine, he seemed to be taking it all in. "You're telling the truth?"

I nodded.

"Why did you leave?"

"My ex; the one who'd gotten me hooked on drugs, he called me the day I left, threatened to come down here and tell you about me. I panicked."

"You couldn't have just come to me and told me the truth?" He sounded hurt.

"Would you have accepted it?" I asked him with a questioning eye.

He looked down, "Probably not. But it would have been better than this." He dug around in his back pocket and brought out his wallet, after looking in a few of the compartments, he brought out a slip of white paper. He brought it towards me.

I recognized my own handwriting, 'Goodbye'.

I looked up at him, fresh tears forming in my eye.

"I look at that every day. Thinking what I could have done wrong to make you leave. Dawn wouldn't tell me anything. I was a fucking wreck."

I looked back down at the piece of paper, and said in something that was barely a whisper, "I'm sorry."

"And now you're back, and you tell me that everything was a lie and-"

"Not everything," I cut him off, anger rising. "My feelings were real."

"'Were'?" His hand reached out and tilted my head upwards to face him, "What you said outside, did you mean it?"

I thought back, 'I came back. I missed you. I love you.'

A tear fell from my eye as his searched mine, I bit my bottom lip and began to nod my head. "Yeah," I squeaked out.

His thumb wiped away the tear that had been slowly making its way down my cheek and then he began to lean in. Our lips met, and after being apart for just over six months, nothing felt different.

Author's Note: Well. That was mushy. …I forgot that I wrote this ages ago, when I did chapter 13. And I just refound it! …Refound isn't a word.. Anyways. Hope you enjoyed! X

For readers of my other stuff: Shall be updating everything early next week.