River of Lies by Sammy King Read Free Book Online Page B

unreadable.
    “What about?” I asked, as I tried to read the look on his face.
    “Your mum” he ran his hand over his face, and I felt my stomach drop.  I didn’t want to talk about my mum.  She was gone, and I didn’t want to hear anything more about her.
    “What about her” I said. 
    Before he had a chance to answer, I saw my dad come to the front door; his face was twisted into a frown.  Michael shook his head, and left me standing on the step as he went into the lounge room.
    “What was that about?” Dad asked as he reached me.
    “Nothing” I said.
    As I went inside, I could see on the table the array of drugs, and that familiar smell of dope hit my nostrils as I rounded the hallway. Sitting on the floor, legs sprawled out in front of her, bong bubbling away, was Chantelle; she gazed up at me and waved unsteadily. I forced a tight lipped smile. I could feel that familiar feeling of disgust build up.
    On the couch sat Tilly.  Dad moved past me and sat with a beer between his knees, next to Tilly, he gave Michael a hard stare, but Michael seemed to refuse to meet his eyes. Tilly looked over at me and smiled, I could see by the redness of her eyes that she had, had her fair share of marijuana.
    “Well here she is, her royal highness” she spat with contempt.
    I raised my eyebrow.  As everyone in the room laughed, I shrugged and began to leave.
    “You see, too fucking good for us, royal fucking highness” Tilly yelled.
    I forced the tears down, as I opened my bedroom door.  I looked down the hall to see Dylan, he watched me with his face full of concern.  I stayed in my room, and listened to the laughter that roared from the lounge room. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I imagined it was stories of my mum.  I wasn’t interested in hearing it. I heard the knock on my door as the door opened a crack. Dylan’s head peeked around the corner, he smiled when he saw that I was still awake a book wedged under my chin.
    “You ok?” he asked.
    I nodded.  
    “Dylan, what made you fall in love with Tilly, you’ve never done drugs, she screams at you, you seem to have nothing in common?” I asked.
    Dylan shrugged as he sat down on my bed next to me, he began to rub my leg, and his touch was soft and felt delicious on my bare skin.
    “I don’t know, maybe it was all just to be able to meet you”
    I laughed, his smile lit up his face, and his eyes began to dance.
    “We should sneak out, run away” he said.
    “How, they will hear us?”
    Dylan shrugged again.  It would have been nice though to run away and never come back. He leaned over and kissed my lips, as he searched out my tongue with his.  I fell into his arms, and kissed him back hungrily. I heard a movement at the door, and opened my eyes, to see my dad’s face, his brows pulled into a tight frown.  I pulled away from Dylan, as my dad moved off. A mixture of fear and excitement pulsed its way through my veins. I had no idea what my dad thought, I didn’t know if he would tell Tilly, I just knew I had to get out of there, away from the stink of bong smoke, away from Tilly and Shelly’s high pitched giggles, away from the memories of my dad, just away to be alone with the man I had fallen so deeply in love with.
    “Let’s go” I said, as I grabbed Dylan’s hand and lead him out the back door.
    When the car fired to life, I saw Michael look through the window.  We backed out the driveway fast and sped up the road, and away into freedom.  We drove aimlessly, with no particular place to go and soon found ourselves at the beach. When I wound down the window, I could smell the oceans salty air mixed with fast food shops and seaweed.  We sat in the car, looking out at the blue waves as they caressed the sands edge, Dylan’s hand entwined with mine. As we watched the world go by, and the freedom, the freedom that you get only by being with the one you love.
    We knew that freedom would come to a crashing end when we got back