Stuck In The Middle With You

I laid there staring at the ceiling. I feel like crap. Running in the cold rain was not a good idea on my part.

"Ok, that's it!" Tyler yelled, coming in from the balcony. "Talk to me. Say something to me. I don't care what it is. Hell, I'll even take shut up and go away at this point Eb. Just give me something."

I continued to lay there silently. I don't know how I'm feeling toward him at the moment. Everything that happened last night has me confused as hell. Everytime I look at him some new feeling runs through me. Sometimes it's anger. Sometimes it's sadness, or happiness, and sometimes it's some other feeling I can't describe. The point is, I don't like not knowing about Tyler.

"Ebony!" I felt him sit down on the bed. "Don't give me the silent treatment. Look, if this is about last night, I'm sorry. Nothing was supposed to happen." What a slap in the face. "I didn't think it did. If it's about Bently, he's not mad. If anything he's worried. You haven't said a word since you woke up this morning. Just tell me something Eb. Tell me what you want and I will do it for you. Just talk to me."

I wanted to talk to someone, but it wasn't Tyler or Bently. I needed to talk to a person I knew could listen and possibly keep a secret.

"Adam." I said quietly.

"What?"

"Adam. I want to talk to Adam." When he didn't move, I sat up and gave him a dangerous glare. "Now."

He took a deep breath. "I'll go get him."

When I heard the door close, I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I don't know what I'm doing. I only knew I needed to cry and scream, and possible hit something. I looked in the mirror at my tear stained face. I'm so pathetic. This isn't that big of a deal. So why am I making it one? Because I'm confused.

I punched the wall behind me just as the bathroom door opened.

"Eb." Adam whispered. I watched him as he took in my appearance. I really did look God awful.

I felt the tears rolling down my face again. "What am I supposed to do?"

"What you think is the right thing."

I shook my head. "I don't know what that is."

"I know. I'm sorry Ebony."

I ran a hand through my tangled hair. I didn't need to talk to him. He already knew exactly what was wrong. The boy has a talent. So instead of talking, I pulled him to me and clung to the 14 year old boy, who seems to be the only one who can help me anymore.

"Ebony." He said. "What happened last night? Why did you run away?"

I pulled away from him and walked to the bed, flopping down on it. I took a deep breath. "I got scared."

"Of what?" He asked.

"Of my feelings."

He looked confused for a second, before a look of understanding showed on his face. "For Tyler or Bently?"

"Both." I said.

He grabbed my hands and pulled me up on my feet with surprising force. "You need to talk to Tyler right now!"

He pulled me toward the door, but I pulled him back. "No."

"No? What do you mean no?"

"I mean no, I don't want to talk to him." I answered.

"Why the hell not!" He yelled suddenly. "You have wanted him to talk the whole damn trip, and now, the one time he's willing to tell you everything, you don't want to?! God Ebony, what's wrong with you?!"