Trey was whispering now. “I … I found him in the bathroom one day … with blood everywhere. It was … his suicide attempt that fell short. And it only did because I … saved him. But that day wasn’t even the hard part. The rest of the week, he hated me … he wanted me … to, to let him die. And no matter how bad of a friend he is … I just couldn’t do that.â€?

My hand found Trey’s in the grass and I squeezed his. “Um wow, that’s more than I expected.â€? I told him silently.

He nodded but smiled. “At least we are on the same page now. No more lies and no more secrets.â€?

My smile faded before it even came. No more lies and no more secrets.

If only I could believe that but I wasn’t being completely truthful with him. Sure, I explained the major parts of Jack but I left out extreme violence and all the things Jack said to me. Could I bear to tell Trey that Jack had liked me … maybe even loved? Could I bear to see the pain that story would cause?

Oh wait. I still do have an option. Now, how to bring it up?