Chapter 99
"There's more we need to talk about, though."
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, Vincent."
"I don't."
"Why was I woken by Noelle screaming because she had found her brother slumped on the bathroom floor?" So that's what the noise was.
"It's not important."
"Yes, it is. Why were you there? What were you doing that's so terrible you won't speak to anyone about it?"
"It's not important."
"Yes, it is. Now tell me."
"I…I was sick." I whisper.
"Vince, I can't hear you when you speak that quietly."
"I was sick." I say, a little louder.
"You were sick? That's all? Why wouldn't you tell anyone about it, then?" He just thinks I was sick! Brilliant! A way out!
"I was embarrassed."
"About being sick?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Little kids are sick. Grown-ups aren't."
"You were just sick? That's all?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Alright. But if you're lying, Vincent…"
"I'm not, I promise!"
"Okay then. You should get some more rest."
"Naboo…" I whine.
"You need to rest."
"But it's so boring! Can I get up, just for a bit?" I see him wavering.
"Well…"
"Please, Naboo?"
"Alright, then. But just for a bit."
"Thanks, Naboo!" I cry, bouncing out of bed. "I'm going to see Noelle, okay?" I don't wait for an answer, leaving the room quickly. It'll be fine. He won't find out.