heal// 5SOS

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Sage

"Luke this tastes amazing! I love you,"

"Thanks bud,"

"It is way better than hospital food. I'm so happy to be home,"

"We are glad you're home too,"

"I brought cake!" Crystal said, "Sorry I am late, I got caught up chatting,"

"You baked a cake?"

"I did," Mike grinned, "Your plate is in the oven,"

"Thank you. How are you doing Rider?"

"Good,"

"Brilliant. Gia, Sage?"

"Good,"

"I'm okay," I said, moving my food around with my fork. Letting dad know that something had happened was really hard for me and I wasn't feeling too great now. No matter what he said, I felt shame.

Crystal sat beside me and gave me a smile, her sweet smelling perfume making my eyes water, then she dove into conversation with Gia about her makeup because Gia wanted to learn herself.

My eyeliner probably wasn't to her taste, for she was a very cutesy, bubbly person and I preferred to keep my clothes dark and simple.

But I would be more than happy to help her, it may not seem like it to her but it always made me happy if she expressed interest in something I liked. Like having her ears pierced so she could be pretty like me- dad had told me, and I always thought about it.

I missed him, old news, but still true.

"Earth to Sage," Luke said, "Cake?"

"Oh. No thanks,"

"Are you done?"

"Yeah," I said, my cutlery clattering onto my plate.

"But you didn't eat," Rider frowned, "I will make you a sandwich,"

"It's okay,"

"No it's not!"

"I will eat later,"

"I won't let you do this again," he shouted even louder.

"Rider, I'm just not in the mood to eat right now, okay?"

He took deep breaths and then leant back in his seat, hugging Mike's side.

"You have to eat,"

"I will. I'm just a bit sad right now so I don't feel like eating, but you can make me a sandwich later,"

"Okay,"

Luke began to bring cake in for everyone while Michael loaded the dishwasher, so I sipped my drink and put my knee up on the chair.

"This is the best cake ever!"

"Awh, thanks man,"

"I'm glad I can eat cake because I felt like I was dying,"

"You're all better now,"

"I know!"

"I'm gonna go to my room," I said, "Thanks,"

I left the table, which I knew was rude, but I felt like I was about to snap under pressure and cry.

I regret telling dad. It was the most vulnerable thing about me and he knew.

Shakily, I got my phone and tried to call him, but it went to voicemail and I threw it across the room, starting to cry. My knees tucked to my chest and my head buried in them, I tried to make myself as quiet as possible.