Guilty Conscience

STORM

Justin’s look said everything that I wished it wasn’t saying. He thought that I was lying to them and that I had retracted back to my shell that gave me no reason to confide in them about my problems. Lucy must have interpreted his look as fast as I had because she was now looking at me the same way. I now had two people that didn’t trust my words. Not that I blamed them though, but this can’t be helped. I can’t tell them.

“Will you guys quit looking at me like that?” I asked them, letting my feet stop its light stomping motion on the floor.

“Is that guilty conscience speaking?” Lucy questioned, piquing her eyebrows at me, no trace of humour on her face. She was damn serious, and almost angry at me…the anger was just simmering at the edge. I knew her. Just one more push, and I can guarantee that she would bolt out of the seat and retire back to her room or go strolling with Justin.

“There’s no guilty conscience anywhere.” I muttered, aware of Justin’s ticking jaw. He was gett