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"Goodnight, Mom."
I closed the door to her room behind us. Okay, now how do I say goodbye to these two?
Chapter 11
Lucas' P.O.V.
I couldn't get my thoughts straight ever since Rose told us her story. I was glad I tagged along. I never would have believed she had such a sad story to tell. She's so strong and resilient. I think I understand why she's like that now. I wanted to be angry at her mother for abandoning her, but how can I be? Her mom is a victim too, and now she's dying. The only person to be pissed at is her father, and I plan to find out who he is exactly. I'll rain hell down on his life for what he's done.
Rose stood before us, her head was held high, but her eyes were on the ground. She was thinking. About what? I'm not sure. Leo was the first to speak. He had been through hell these past couple of days, and being with Rose was the first time I had seen him relaxed.
"Thank you for tonight, Liv. Know I'm here for you, whatever you need. We half orphans gotta stick together." I know he was trying to be funny, but it was poor timing. Her mom wasn't dead yet, and bringing it up made Rose's face scrunch for a moment. I slapped Leo upside the head again, giving him a 'you're so stupid' look as I stared at him.
"Sorry." He scratched at the back of his neck.
"It's fine." She gave him a small smile, but I could tell it wasn't real. I stepped forward, grabbing her hand without asking. I couldn't hug her earlier because Leo had beaten me to it. So, I pulled her flush against my chest and wrapped my arms tightly around her. I kissed the top of her head before I spoke.
"You're amazing, Rose," I whispered into her ear, wanting her to know how I looked at her. "Text me when you need me, and I'll show up."
"We'll see you later," Leo called to her as we walked off. Leo was silent as we made our way to my car. I could tell he was deep in thought, but I wasn't sure what about. There's so much happening right now, it's impossible to tell what's going on in his mind. He stopped walking for a moment, making me stop to turn and look at him.
"What's up?" I furrowed my brow at him in concern.
"Do you think she regrets telling us?" His piercing was moving left and right over his lip again. He was worried she'd push away now, and honestly, I was too.
"Probably," I admitted. "But don't worry, we'll make sure she keeps talking to us."
Leo nodded his head before we continued walking. The ride to his house was quiet as Leo stared out the window the whole way. I know he's sad about his father, but we all knew it was coming. It wasn't as big of a shock as it was when his father had his accident. I know it still hurts, but I think it helps him know it was coming.
"Want me to spend the night again?" I asked him as we pulled into his circular driveway. The place was dark inside, letting me know his mom called it a night already. It was Leo and his mom since his brother, John, died in the same accident that put his father in a coma. Last year was hell for us all, with the loss of John and Ivy.
John was my age, and we had a ton of classes together in high school and college. Leo and he were my two closest friends. John was a great guy, the life of the party. He was the man every girl wanted, and every guy wanted to be. He was the best wing man too. The image of him lying peacefully in his casket still haunts me, as well as Ivy's, and now, the image of Mr. Darius will haunt me. Their father was always this big man with a large heart and a glorious smile. You would think nothing would have been able to hurt him, but a semi can do a lot of damage to anyone, in this case, three someones. My heart still aches thinking about Ivy and John.
"No, it's alright. Thanks though." He sighed as he got out of the car, closing the door behind him. I turned the car off, getting down myself. "I said no, Lucas." He rolled his eyes at me.
"I know, I heard. I'm ignoring it, because I can tell you still need me." My elbow hit his side lightly, trying to be annoying.
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes, but I saw the smallest tug at the corner of his lips. He appreciated it.
I walked inside with my hands in my pockets. The nostalgic scent of Loe’s mother's perfume, which always lingered in the halls like a ghost, greeted me as I entered. Growing up, I'd spent more time here than in my home. I knew these hallways and rooms better than my own.
"We're not sleeping on the same bed." He pointed at me.
"Awe, but you're such a good little spoon," I teased him, causing him to blush the slightest bit. I let out a laugh at his innocent reaction.
"I am not. These arms are meant to hold, not be held." He flexed his biceps, which he's clearly been working on. I poked it, pretending to inspect it.
"If you say so." I shrugged, heading up the stairs, leaving him to chase after me to say something else.
"I say so," he whispered so as not to wake his mom when we passed her room. Leo's room was at the end of the hall. He usually stays on campus in his dorm, but with everything that happened, he's been staying here for his mom this week. In the same way Rose has been staying at the hospital with her mother. I felt my chest tighten at the thought of her hurting.
"Let's go to bed." Leo threw one of his pillows at me. He had a giant king bed with black sheets to match the black walls. He had a dark gray leather couch to the side of the room. I'm guessing I'll have to claim it as my bed tonight.
"Fine by me." I threw the pillow down on the cold couch and jumped on it. "Tuck me in, daddy," I joked. Leo sighed, clearly getting annoyed with my antics, but that only made it better.
"Here, you can use this." He threw me a small throw which barely covered my shoulders and my feet at the same time.
"Where's my goodnight kiss?" I puckered my lips at him.
