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"I'll be waiting for you. Can't wait to see how you'll fight this one." He made my heart skip as he kissed my forehead.How I fight this one, huh?Lucas knows I love a fight and thinking of this as something I have to fight made me feel less panicked. I can fight. I can fight this the same way I fight in the ring. You're going down, breast mass!
"I always win my fights," I whispered.
"I know you do, Rose." He winked at me with a small smirk. He gave me the words I didn't know I needed to hear. He made me feel more ready for this than I had all day. I don't know how he lifts me up like this. It’s something only he can do.
Chapter 17
Olive's P.O.V.
Hailey left about an hour after the guys did. I wanted to feel the sun's heat against me again, so I headed to the roof where a sweet flower garden was being grown and two lounge chairs always sat. The sun was setting, leaving the sky with a bright orange tint. I sat back with my eyes closed and my arm laid above my head. The roof door opened about 10 minutes after I got up here, disturbing my peace. I didn't bother to open my eyes and see who it was, worried it was Mom’s friend who lives in this building. I didn't want to have to make small talk right now.
"This is beautiful." A familiar voice surprised me. I felt them sit in the lounge chair beside me. I peeped an eye open, seeing his broad shoulders first.
"Lucas?" I furrowed my brow as I opened both eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"I figured you could use some company."
"Oh, did you?" I sat up, no longer relaxed in the slightest.
"Yeah, I know you have too much going on in your head. Honestly, I couldn't getyouout ofmyhead." He shocked me with his revelation.
"I want to pretend like everything is fine and not falling apart all around me." I sighed, laying back on my chair again. "I keep wondering how mom felt when they told her she had cancer."
"I am sorry, Rose. I hate her cancer wasn't caught sooner. She was an amazing woman to have passed away over something that could have been cured if caught soon enough." He shook his head as if he were so mad over the fact.
"No, kidding." I sighed, staring up at the one lonely cloud floating above.
"She seemed like a wonderful woman. I know she left you when you were young to deal with a lot of shit you shouldn't have, but she was a good person when I met her."
"I am glad you got to meet her. She looked happy. She deserved to be happy after everything she went through."
"You deserve happiness too, Rose. After everything, I am sure you went through. Your mother told me her biggest regret in life was leaving you behind. She was sure your father wasn't hurting you, but there was no way for her to be certain, and it killed her. Was she right? Did your father leave you alone?" Lucas' deep brown eyes stared at me, desperate for my answer.
"When did she tell you that?"
"The next day. I went back to see her after you left, and we spoke a while longer," he admitted, making me freeze for a moment as I imagined them talking together without me. I'm not sure why it touched my heart to know he had spent more time with her. "Now answer my question, Rose. Did he leave you alone?"
"He would only ever hit me when he was teaching me how to defend myself. The only thing he was good for was teaching me to fight and being a drunk I had to take care of." I shook my head at the memory. Lucas' eyes didn't stop staring at me as he took in my words. His chiseled jaw ticked for a moment.
"I hope you were able to beat his ass."
"Not once." I shook my head. Dad is the only one I could never beat. He's the only one I refuse to fight, too.
"Sorry I brought it up."
"It's no big deal." I shrugged, too used to my trauma. It's nothing now.
"It is a big deal, Olive. Don't downplay the shit you've been through."
I shrugged, not sure what to say. I've noticed he calls me Olive when he's being serious about something. We sat in silence for a while, staring up at the now cloudless sky which was painted a red orange with the setting sun. It was so beautiful to watch from up here.
"Beautiful," Lucas whispered.
"It truly is." I turned to look at him, finding his eyes already on me. I blushed under his gaze. He was a handsome man I knew I couldn't have. I wanted to ask him about Francesca. I wanted to know the reason he slept with so many women. He probably doesn’t want to talk about it.
"What's on your mind?" He asked me, not looking away from my eyes.
"The truth?" I asked, seeing him nod in response. "Wondering why you sleep with so many women." Lucas sighed, pouting for a second.
