I Hate The Ending Myself, But It Started With An Alright Scene

Chapter 6: Helena

○Just like a match you strike to incinerate○

{Bandit's P.O.V}
I woke up suddenly to the sensation that I was being sort of hugged. It felt like someone's arm rubbing gently along my fore arm.

My eyes shot open as my mind filled with concern and worry.

Where was I? Who was holding me? Had I passed out? How long for?

My body jilted as I sat up out of the restrain of being held.

"Hey Bee, careful!"

Asher's kind and gentile voice surrounded me. It was comforting.

He gave me a weak smile of which I returned. It wasn't weak as in sad, it was weak as in caring and sympathetic. It was nice.

I then noticed my surroundings. The metal blue lockers, the white brick walls. The wooden floor. I just passed out at school. Great. Not gonna live that one down. As if reading my thoughts, he cleared things up.

"Yes you passed out, No; nobody saw and No; it wasn't for that long." He sort of chuckled as if knowing all my questions.

"Good." I smiled.

"Come on Bee, you should get home." Doug's voice now caught my attention.

What, why was he around to see me pass out?

He was leant up against the lockers, arms crossed and a smirk painting his face.

I blushed with total embarrassment before turning to him and saying "Doug, how long have you been there? Did we not get caught or something?"

"I've been here since we dragged you out of your locker. Seth was too afraid that he'd miss out on something in science." He chuckled giving off a cheeky smirk. "Also no, we hadn't been caught funnily enough but school is over rated anyway - let's get you home!"

He stood up straight, away from the locker and helped me get to my feet, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and supporting me by my waist.

"You really should get this checked out, it's not good to pass out Bee." He had good intentions but I didn't want to hear them so I just shrugged as Ash got up off the floor and copied Doug with my left side.

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They'ed walked me home and were about to help me into my house when I stopped.

"Babe, what's up?" Ash asked as he looked toward me with furrowed eyebrows.

"Do we have to?" I asked curiously hoping we'd go somewhere else.

"Have to what?" He returned m question with a question.

"Go in. I don't know what dad will be doing but I don't want to worry him." I was sort of telling the truth, I mean I really didn't know what he'd be doing but I was lying when I said I didn't want to worry him. Truth is, he doesn't pay much attention to me and therefore would just not notice at all while he probably stared at the exact same fixed point on the wall like he did all the time. The real truth was that I didn't want to stress out the boys.

"Yes Bandit, we do. I'm not carrying you any further, I'm too damn tired for that!" Doug remarked taking my arm off his shoulders.

I gave a fake sort of chuckle as Ash gave a smile.

Great!

I furrowed around my pocket for the keys and then turned to them both as they stood on my porch waiting for me.

"Just, don't say anything: okay?" I sighed. I really didn't want them to worry or stress over me or my dad.

"Okay Bandit, just please open the god damn door!" Doug sighed.

I turned around to face the door and unlocked it before gesturing to the boys to keep quiet.

I walked into the hallway and signalled the direction for my room as if I was one of those people at the airport signaling where the plane is meant to go.

They passed me with curious looks before silently going to my room.

I looked over at my dad. He just stared, day in - day out at a single spot upon the wall opposite the sofa where he sat.

It was painful to see him this way but by the same token, it's been 13 years more or less since mom and Riley, my unborn baby brother, died and he hadn't moved on nor accepted it.

After a small sigh escaped from my lips I followed the path of the guys back to my room.