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ver it, especially if Jay didn’t know about David.
“We didn’t talk about the dog,” Frank said. “Look... Oliver, have you not
iced Jay--Jeremy; have you noticed Jeremy around here before? Anywhere n
ear you?”
Oliver cocked his head. “I see him sometimes, Frank... but then I don’t let
him see me. He gets mad when he sees me.”
True, Frank agreed, but obviously Jay had more control than that. “He said
he’d been watching you. You, and your family.” Frank looked up to meet Oliv
er’s eyes, wishing that he could see something other than confusion there.
“He knows you have secrets, Oliver... he could find out about David. If he
does that.”
“He can’t do that,” Oliver suddenly said, his serious tone surprising Frank.
“He can’t do that, Frank.”
Frank stared at Oliver for a long moment, deciding that Oliver didn’t mean i
t was impossible. He just meant it would be a seriously bad thing if it happ
ened. Frank took a step closer to him. “So you do understand,” Frank said, m
ore to himself than to Oliver. He felt like he’d just discovered something i
mportant, but it was short-lived as he was distracted by the way Oliver sudd
enly grabbed his head, as if he were in pain.
“We can’t let him do that, Frank!”
“Then help me!” Frank stated, grabbing Oliver’s shoulders, shaking him unti
l Oliver looked him in the eyes again. “I think David knew what Jay was doi
ng. He knew something. Oliver, I think David did something... I don’t know
if it was to Jeremy’s dog, or something else, but he isn’t going to let thi
s go, and I think David knew it.”
“I know,” Oliver whispered.
“What? What do you mean?” Frank demanded. “You know what Frank did,
or you know he knew about Jeremy?”
“Frank...” Oliver suddenly frowned, pulling away, but Frank was quick to c
atch his hand and pull him back.
“Talk to me.”
“He wanted Jeremy to know. He wanted everyone to know. But he can’t, beca
use it makes my parents mad, Frank. That’s why they made him go away, Fra
nk,” Oliver said, dropping his voice into a secretive whisper. “He can’t
tell. No one can. There are things you’re not supposed to see, Frank. No
one can see.”
“Like what? What did David want Jeremy to know?”
Oliver took in a deep breath as his eyes darted anywhere but towards Frank’s
face, and his red eyes began to water as he shook his head. “The bad things
.”
Frank felt a chill work up his spine. He almost didn’t want to ask his nex
t question. David could be violent. He already knew that. What he didn’t w
ant to know, was that David was dangerous. He really didn’t want to know t
hat Jay could be right, that he had a real reason for his apparent disdain
for the Martins. “The things that David did?” Frank knew the answer as so
on as he asked the question; it was written all over Oliver’s face. But he
wasn’t sure he understood. David wanted to tell. He wanted to be caught.
It didn’t make sense to Frank. But then again, nothing made much sense to
Frank anymore. Perhaps David thought that telling someone of his wrongdoin
gs was what he wanted because it would make him real. Maybe he wanted peop
le to know he existed--the Martins were doing everything they could to mak
e him disappear. Maybe telling would be his way of winning. To hurt them.
“No one can know, Frank,” Oliver said quietly. “If he tells, he’ll get in trou
ble. I don’t want him to get in trouble, Frank. He’s not bad.”
Frank closed his eyes for a moment, unable to face the desperation Oliver
was directing at him. It was as if he needed Frank to agree with him. Fran
k almost wanted to, because in a sense, if Frank said that David wasn’t ba
d, then he was saying that Oliver wasn’t bad. He wondered if that was what
Oliver was thinking. Oliver had always referred to David as a different p
erson. Frank believed that he saw David as a different person. But, Frank
was beginning to wonder if deep down, Oliver understood what he was. Maybe
he simply wanted David to exist as much as David did. But, Frank couldn’t
tell him it was okay. Instead, he reached out and pulled Oliver to him, w
rapping his arms around his neck, allowing Oliver to lean on him as he con
sidered what he should do.
The bad things. Those words could have meant anything, but in David’s cas
e, they frightened Frank. He didn’t want to know. He wanted to forget abo
ut David. David hadn’t made an appearance since Frank had discovered the
truth, and Frank wanted it to stay that way. The problem was, Frank didn’
t know how long that would last. And he had to know. He needed to know wh
at he was dealing with because the questions were becoming too much, and
if he didn’t find answers soon, he was afraid that the only place he’d ha
ve left to go would be crazy.
Frank took in a breath against Oliver’s neck, inhaling the scent of lemons as
he held the other boy tighter. “You’re right,” he said firmly. “We can’t let [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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