Brittany O'Neill and her family packed up everything and moved to Berkeley, California for a fresh start. Her brother and she were excepted into Berkeley University and she thought it would be the great college experience. With little to no stresses...
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Chapter Twenty-Four
I felt sympathy for Liam and even Zeke. They showed signs of possibly coming out of it and yet still so far. The things they all did daily weren't good things. They weren't good people at all. Yet, it was these two that almost seemed beyond redemption. Could Lily redeem Zeke? Who could redeem Liam? Me? I didn't even know why he cared so much.
"We've all found something to live for. Henry, Niles, and I just focus on the best of things. We have dreams and goals. Even when everything else around us shows only darkness."
"I never knew you thought so seriously about these things."
"You clearly only got half of the story. I don't blame you. None of us are innocent, but that doesn't mean we wouldn't like to be sometimes."
"What are your dreams and goals?"
"Honestly, just getting away and traveling the world. Being a vagabond is all I want. Pretty lame, huh?" He chuckled.
"No, I get it. That's a wonderful dream." A dream he had the money to achieve, yet I assumed the others prevented him from following through with his plan.
"All right, let me get some ice cream and we'll be ready to go."
By the time I arrived back at Berkeley, I was exhausted by Louis' loud yet amazing singing on the way home. Deciding to be kind, I helped him carry a few of his things inside his dorm room. My tiredness wasn't a good sign, considering I still had to go to work tonight. Sitting the grocery bags down, I squinted at the nearby bed.
"Is that a whoopie cushion?" I asked.
"Yep. It's for Zeke. I'm going to get him to sit on it. Even better if it's in front of Lily." He grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"How has he not killed you yet?"
"Oh, believe me, he nearly has. Though he has a slightly better sense of humor than he'd have you believe." He winked.
"That's a surprise."
He chuckled, then his eyes flickered to the window. His carefree smile dying down. "So I know this might put a slight damper on things, but I'm a little relieved Candy could walk out of that hospital so soon. Even if we don't know where she is. I have a feeling she wasn't carried."
My eyes fell to the floor as I pursed my lips. "So you know she's gone?"
"Yep."
"Her disappearance had nothing to do with you?"
"No, it didn't."
"How do you get used to this? All of it, whatever it is."
He let out a sigh, walking over to the window and gazing out of it. "We've all done things so we don't usually think anything of it."
They'd all done things, but how many times? Enough to be used to it, and not feel bad about what they'd done, but I couldn't imagine knowing someone who ran over a girl and killing a person and being okay with it. I looked at him for a long moment as he gazed out the window as if he wasn't looking, but simply thinking of something. He was always so carefree and absent-minded. I couldn't picture him ever being someone that would hurt someone. I couldn't see him hurting someone and not feeling the regret afterward.
