Chapter 6
Riley set down the empty plate and continued her new favorite past time of staring off into space. The brunette laid down but placed her head in his lap, and he instantly stroked her hair. "I know how you're feeling." A few minutes later she stood up and paced the room.
"How could you possibly know how i'm feeling?" It almost seemed like the brown eyed girl wanted to fight, Lucas rose from the ground. "You still have your little sister. You didn't see her suffer for years and years and then have your parents give up on her. You weren't told everyday that you have to be strong, be his rock, dry it up!" Riley stopped snapping for one second to cry and the quarterback interjected.
"You wanna see my little sister?" Lucas showed her his screensaver. "This was taken slightly over 2 years ago. The most recent, and the last picture there will ever be of her. I know exactly how you're feeling, you wanna punch something, and cry and scream. You go to bed praying to God that you won't wake up in the morning, just so you won't have to feel so awful. But you do, you wake up every day thinking how she could be gone and you still be here?" Riley stared into his eyes and saw the pain surface. "You're right, I didn't have to watch her suffer, but I had to live with the guilt that I was the driver." Lucas wiped his tear away.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know." The emerald eyed man shrugged his shoulders.
"I've made peace with it." Her chin shook.
"How? Do you have any pieces of advice? Because, I don't know-" She stopped and took several quick short breaths. "I don't know how much longer I can handle the pain." He was lost in her face, confused how someone who had cried for 3 days straight could still look so beautiful.
"For the first 2 months, I fought. I got mad and I gave in to my instinct of punching something. Not something, some people. Eventually I started relying on my mom, whenever i'd get angry i'd call her, when I wanted to cry i'd call her. She didn't always like it, but I did it anyways."
"I can't do that." Riley was still furious with her parents for signing that paperwork.
"You can rely on the people who love you. Me, Maya, Josh, your parents no matter how angry you are with them we all love you."
"They gave up on him so quickly!" Her hair dropped towards the floor.
"Riley, you're all they have left. Don't push them away your parents same as you, couldn't stand seeing Auggie in pain anymore. He even said he was tired and ready." Her hands covered her face and she sobbed. "My dad pushed me away, he still can hardly stand the sight of me. So please, don't be mad at them. Don't take them for granted, they're amazing people." His arms opened up to her and she gratefully ran to them. "Rely on the people you love, that's the only advice I can give you."
"I'm sorry that happened to you." Her breathing like her voice was shaky, broken, and he kissed her head.
"I'm sorry this happened to you." The dance room door opened slightly revealing a pair of gorgeous blue eyes, Maya mouthed the words 'thank you'.
"I want some more strawberries." The dancer uttered, he chuckled lightly.
"That can be arranged." The blonde already left them alone to go get her snacks. The brunette sat down on the floor after releasing her hold on him.
"I read, that once you're cremated you can turn the ashes into a diamond." Lucas sat in front of her. "How expensive do you think that'd be?"
"Very."
"$5000 or less?"
He revealed his dimples. "I bet so." She dropped her head. "That'd be a nice way to always have him with you. That is, if he's being cremated."
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Auggie
FanfictionRiley Matthews, a 3 time National Champion in the Solo Division is fighting to make it a 4th. However, tragedy strikes the Matthews family. Can her new found friend Lucas Friar, and her old friends help keep her on track? Beautiful cover by @jexicas...