"The Truth" Good Charlotte

So here we are
We are alone
There's weight on your mind
I wanna know
The truth
If this is how you feel
Say it to me
If this was ever real

I want the truth from you
Give me the truth even if it hurts me
[x2]

I want the truth

So this is you
You're talking to me
You found a million ways to let me down
So I'm not hurt when you're not around
I was blind
But now I see
This is how you feel
Just say it to me
If this was ever real

I want the truth from you
Give me the truth even if it hurts me
[x2]

I know that this will break me
I know that this might make me cry
You gotta say what's on your mind, on your mind
I know that this will hurt me
And break my heart and soul inside
But I don't wanna live this lie

I want the truth from you
Give me the truth even if it hurts me
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth even if it hurts
I don't care no more, no
Just give me the truth
Give me the truth
'Cause I don't care no more
Give me the truth
'Cause I don't care no more, no
Just give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
'Cause I don't care no more, no

"You know, I can't really eat when you're staring at me," she said in between bites. I looked away blushing; I'd been caught.

"You just don't seem like... the type."

She laughed, setting her fork down. Nodding she said, "I get that a lot."

I smiled at her and kept eating, it was a comfortable silence, something I truly appreciated at this time. We ate like this, while my thoughts went to Dimitri. Pushing my plate away I looked through the window.

"What's wrong?" she asked. At first I wasn't going to answer, or I was going to lie, but looking at her... She made me want to trust her. I sighed, putting my napkin on top of the plate.

"Dimitri." One word. Simple. But much more complex. The mere mention of his name made me queasy and nervous all over again. It brought many emotions to the surface, many which I wanted to keep buried... Very deep down. My face must have shown my struggle, because Tasha put her hand over mine, giving it a slight squeeze.

"Oh sweetheart."

After a few seconds she removed her hand and leaned back on her own seat.

"He told me about you, you know."

I looked at her, surprised he would ever mention me. It gave some sort of happiness to know he talked about me, that I meant enough that he talked about me to someone. It piked up my interest and I leaned forward.

"What did he say?" I asked. She smiled, it wasn't a happy smile, but it wasn't a sad one either.

"He told me about what happened over the Summer."

"Oh," was all I said.

"You're nervous about tonight."

I squirmed in my seat.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Can I... Can I stay at your place until its time for dinner with Dimitri? I really don't want to go home."

She looked at me, she didn't question me, "Be my guest."

She grinned as we got up to leave. I was about to pay, but she paid first. "This is on me, maybe you can pay next time," she winked at me. For a moment it was awkward until I realized she was teasing me.

I rolled my eyes, giving her a slight punch on the shoulder as we left. She laughed and I joined with her.

It felt good to laugh like this, I just hoped it would last.

"I have a question, I hope isn't too personal..." I trailed off, looking away from the window from her living room back to her. Her blue eyes showed interest in what I had to say.

"I'll be the judge of that," she said giving me an easy-going smile.

"How did you decide, you were...-"

"Lesbian?" she asked interrupting me. Embarrassed I nodded. She shook her heels out, bringing her feet over under her ass. She leaned against the arm of the couch and she looked away from me.

I did the same she did and looked at her, waiting for her to answer.

"I dated Dimitri back in the beginning of college..." she seemed unable to continue and cleared her throat. She looked back at me, and I tried smiling at her.

"I was raped... After that I didn't trust any men, and began relying on women... And well, yeah." she gave me a small smile as I gasped and covered my mouth.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," I whispered. She laughed humorlessly.

"It's fine, it gets easier to deal with as the years go by."

I looked at her and saw how strong she was, and the thought made me smile. If it were me... If that had been me... I closed my eyes pushing disturbing images out of my hair.

"Anyways, lets talk about something else." I nodded knowing it must have been hard enough on her to tell me this, I wasn't going to push her.

"Alright."

I smiled up at her, glad I'd made a new friend.

As time passed by with Tasha I grew more anxious, her eyes twinkled with amusement at seeing me like this. An hour before it was time, she dragged me to the bathroom, curling my hair. She did my make up and fixed me up.

The car honked and I looked at Tasha desperately. She grinned mischievously at me, and pushed me out the door, slapping my ass on the way out.

"I'd appreciate it if you asked before you grabbed," I muttered and she laughed, and closed the door.

I got in the car, it was a black, sleek, Mercedes. It was so... Shiny. Rich people I swear, they just like to flaunt...

Even though I was considered rich too, back in high school, before I got pregnant and my mother and father disinherited me.

That was a bit too harsh if you ask me, but there wasn't much to do.

After a few minutes the car pulled over a big restaurant with nig, cursive, blue letters 'Shadow Kissed'. I raised an eyebrow at the name, but said nothing to tall driver who guided me inside. He had bronze hair and hazel eyes, and very handsome. I sighed and followed him inside. There was no one at the front and he led me through the door way into an empty room. Empty aside from small table in the middle.

I kept walking and the driver dragged the chair out and I sat in front of Dimitri. I grabbed a beige fancy napkin, shaking it.

"Wow," I breathed out. He chuckled quietly.

"I wanted privacy." he said nonchalantly. Looking at him now made me realize the real reason I was here for. It wasn't a date, it was business. All he wanted to know was whether this child was his or not. I picked up the napkin and dropped in front of my plate, leaning back on the chair.

I crossed my arms over my chest, looking straight at him, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. He wasn't the only one who wanted answers here. I looked around the restaurant and found it completely empty.

It was just us.

We are alone.

"Don't beat around the bush, Dimitri," I said tiredly. He pursed his lips together, and he too dropped the napkin. No point in beating around the bush, or playing nice.

"Is it mine?" he asked finally, pointing at my stomach. I let one of my hands drop on top of my stomach, and I looked away from him.

"I want the truth from you."

I looked back at him, "So do I."

He said nothing, and I sat up on my chair. "Yes it's yours."

He let out a breath, whistling, and got up from the table. He began to pace around in front of me, back and forth. After a few minutes he sat back down, a look of frustration was visible in his beautiful face. I looked at his face, searching for something. Then, he turned to meet my eyes, he seemed to have made a decision.

My heart began to vibrate within my chest, wanting to just... burst out of there and leap at him.

"I want a DNA testing."

Out of all the things that crossed my mind he would say, that was most definitely not one of them. My jaw dropped, but I closed it right after.

A fire began in my body, fueled by his words, my anger ignited. I don't know what crossed my face but he quickly jumped in.

"Just to make sure. I trust and believe you, but I want to be completely sure Rose, I need you to understand that. Not to mention you could have said no, just to get back at me or..." he trailed off.

A growled erupted from chest, as I jumped up from the table, and I reached out to slap him. The sound echoed in the empty room, and I felt satisfaction at seeing I'd left a mark on his face.

I sat back down, composing myself, my anger diffusing.

"You so deserved that." He nodded, understanding it just wasn't from tonight.

I sighed, brushing a hand through my hair. I nodded once, looking back at him, "Alright, if that's what it takes. But this isn't about the money."

"I know."

A moment of silence passed between us. "When?" I asked him. He thought about tomorrow, and we'll get the results 2-3 weeks after that."

There was another silent moment while I decided whether to ask him or not. Stay in silence or speak up. Keep killing myself thinking, or just be put out of my misery?

Before I could back down, I had to ask. "Dimitri?"

His brown eyes looked at me, waiting for what I had to say next. They made my body burn with a fire spreading through my veins, my heart picked up its fast rate, which I only got when I was around him or thinking about him.

I cleared my throat. "I want the truth from you," I said repeating his earlier words, "even if it hurts... Was it ever real?"

If this was ever real;
I want the truth from you.