sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ʙʟᴜᴇs - ʟ.ᴍ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ (ʙᴏᴏᴋ 2)

𝐹𝑖𝑣𝑒

𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝟠, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚☀︎︎

The front door burst open and I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs. I lifted my tear-soaked face out of Luis's neck and saw his mom rush into the room.

"Oh goodness..." She mumbled. "Come here, honey."

She extended her arms around me and held me close. I didn't know her that well, but I already loved her.

"It's gonna be okay." She reassured.

"He's dead!" My shout was muffled into her chest.

She shook her head. "He's not dead, sweetie."

I sobbed harder and she rubbed my back lightly. She separated herself from me just a bit and tried to keep a calm face on.

"He's gonna be okay. He's a strong kid. There's no way he's dead."

I nodded but didn't say anything. She wiped the tears from my cheeks and slowly approached Luis.

"Luis?" She whispered to him. "Hey, come on."

Still nothing. She set her ear to his chest and sighed. "He still has a heartbeat luckily."

I nodded. "That's good..."

"I'm gonna go call the hospital and you go try to distract Izzy, okay?"

I nodded again and walked over to her room. She was playing with her toys and I gently shut the door behind me.

"Is mommy home?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, but, uh, we gotta stay in here."

She pouted. "Why?"

"Because she's dealing with Luis," I explained.

"Is something wrong with him?"

I swallowed nervously. "Uh, he's just a bit sick."

"Aw, that sucks." She sighed.

"Yeah...It does." I agreed.

"Well, you wanna play with me?" She asked.

I smiled painfully. "Sure."

♥︎

Sirens blared in my ears and shouts erupted from downstairs. Izzy's head snapped up in confusion as she looked past me.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing." I lied.

She stood up and walked over to her door. "Is someone downstairs?"

"I don't know," I stood up after her. "We have to stay in here though."

"No," She whined. "I wanna see what's happening."

Before I could say anything, she swung the door open and ran out.

"Izzy!" I shouted.

I ran after her and she was staring ahead. I quickly stood behind her and saw what she was looking at, Luis being carried out of the house on a stretcher.

"Where's Bubba going?" She pouted.

"Somewhere..." I painfully gasped.

"I don't want Bubba to leave!" She whined.

She began running outside and I ran after her. "Izzy stop!"