Page 76 (2/2)

“You’re lying,” I shouted “This right here is going to change my life Can’t you at least be honest with me now? There’s no one here but us”

“It’s co from mine

But it was enough I saw a truth that was quickly overshadowed by fear I got that Fear could s But this was my life too, and he needed to own his shit Not bury it

“Are you gay?” I asked again,so that he had to look at me

I didn’t think it was a sin or anything Iacross the table at er, disappointht noas shame

I loved this man I hated this man I was proud of him, and I was ashamed

How screwed up is that?

Chapter Twenty-five

Trevor

I stared at the acoustic guitar in ood hour before I picked it up My dad had worked hard to h cash to buy it for uy out in the swamps, a poor bastard whose talent had been stolen by arthritis The guitar was battered, beat-up, and used, just like a Gibson should be, and it orth a small fortune

I had, like, six guitars, but this one was my favorite Partly because it was a ’56 Gibson, but ave it to me

I use to play it all the time, but I hadn’t touched it since the accident Sure, I practiced scale runs on hter and the action was low But that wasn’t the only reason I avoided this acoustic The Gibson reht

The only reason it had survived the accident was because I’d left it behind at the party, too wasted to care about this special thing iven to me Brent had scooped it up for me He’d kept it for months, and when I finally caht to the hospital I think he thought it would ood, you know, to see it Touch it even

But it didn’t Soered a kind of blackness init in the corner of my room was almost like a punishment Maybe one I deserved A screw you for the stupid ht where I was On a road to nowhere

I held the guitar in ht Didn’t feel like there was anything there No connection No passion There was nothing