Loving Lakyn | ✓

[60] All Alone Again

L O V I N G
L A K Y N

WITH TEARS FALLING down my cheeks, I stopped in front of the Hale's front doorstep. 

After my severe breakdown in the hall, I continued to class. Everyone was conversating about the fight between both Lakyn and Dallas as though it was funny. It was not. It was scary and my head still hurts.

I knew that Lakyn and Dallas had to get some form of punishment for this and I wanted nothing other than to run into principle Vanderbilt's office and defend him. I knew that I could easily solve this issue, but that was not my place anymore.

I understand that Dallas is a pathetic sociopath, but Lakyn did not have to get physical. He should have said what he needed to say and I would have left, and he would have as well, but he would be unharmed. He fed into Dallas' words and gave him exactly what he wanted. Blood.

He just showed me that he is not ready to change yet.

He may get suspended, he may not. He is probably alone right now, bruised and battered, but he bought that upon himself. And it kills me that I am not there fixing him up right now, bandaging his wounds and wiping away the blood.

I have been home, gathered my things yet again, gotten a lecture from my father, yet again, and then I came directly here to see Hale.

I finally worked up enough courage to ring the doorbell, swiftly wiping the stray tears from my porcelain cheeks. Barely two minutes passed before the large door swung open, revealing Mr. Hale. He stood tall, wearing a neat suit, his slightly greying hair slicked back whilst a welcoming smile remained present on his lips.

"Lilac." he greeted me by my full name, per usual. "Good to see you."

As he stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter, I did so, making sure to close the door behind me. "It's always a pleasure, Mr. Hale." I replied politely, my gaze on the top of the staircase where Hale's door was. 

"How are you?" he asked, his bushy eyebrows knitted together. 

It was a typical question, even for him, but his tone held such sincerity, it made me question whether he knew about my lack of home currently for I was sure that he must have noticed I have not been around, but then, even though he is my fathers' best friend, it is something to be frowned upon. Making your child feel as though they have no other option but to leave.

I forced a tight smile. "I am great, thank you." I tried to sound enthusiastic. "How are you?"

Truthfully, I really did not care how he was. I was just being polite. I just needed to get up there and see him and make sure that he was okay. I have all the time in the world to make generic, boring conversation with Harrison Hale, but right now, my Hale needs me. I need to make sure that he is okay.

"Marvelous." he replied, straightening his tie. "Well, I was just heading out, but tell Hale I won't be home tonight, will you?"

I wish that he would stay. Being lonesome was a triggering concept for Hale and right now, he needs someone around, even if that is just his father working downstairs in his office.

I nodded, trying to withhold the relieved sigh that my lungs begged to let out. "Of course." I smiled tightly to the point my cheeks physically began to hurt.

Once he was out the door well and truly, I finally was able to relieve that heavy sigh, sprinting up the stairs and down the hall, stopping in front of his door as I mentally pleaded for him to be okay. It never works, but in hard situations, you cannot help but hope the end result is not bad.