The weeks passed and our relationship grew stronger and stronger. His mom's condition didn't change. She was still in a critical condition and in the ICU. The pain in his eyes was unbearable. I wanted to take it all away. But I couldn't. It was impossible. The only thing I could do for him was just to be there for him, comfort him whenever he needed and tell him over and over again that his mom was going to be fine. But as time passed, he stopped believing me. I knew in my heart that she would be okay. She had to be.
Justin hadn't been in school for 3 days, and I hadn't heard from him. I was starting to get worried. He usually called me everyday, but it just stopped 3 days ago. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew I needed to talk to him.
After the last bell of the day rang, releasing everyone, I walked to my car and drove off. I drove down the road until I came to the last stop light that would lead me to the hospital.
I walked all the way to the room and knocked on the door.
No answer.
"Justin, come on I know you're in there." I said.
No answer.
"Justin!" I called again.
The door swung open revealing a very tired looking Justin. He had bags under his eyes, and his eyes were red, from lack of sleep. He had his shirt off and his hair was in a tangled mess on his head.
"What?" He asked.
"I was just coming to make sure you were okay." I told him, speaking softly.
"I'm fine, now go away." He told me.
"You don't look fine." I stated.
"Lilly, I'm fine!" He told me his voice growing sharper.
"Just talk to me."
"No! Go away! I don't want to talk about it!"
"Justin-"
"Go away!" He said, his voice full of authority.
"F-fine!" I said, holding back the tears.
I felt the pain surge through me.
I ran down the hall and out the doors, reaching my car in less than 2 minutes.
I sat in and sat there.
I knew his temper was bad. He'd alway been like this with me. He'd never hit me or raised his voice at me. But he always said harsh things to me. Things that would hurt me. Things that I couldn't stand to hear, at least not from him.
I sped off and out of the parking lot, heading to Mary Anne's. If anyone could help me; it would be her.
She's been through this kind of stuff. At least relationship wise. She'd dated Logan for 2 years. She used to fight with him all the time when they first started dating. I knew she had experience with this kind of stuff.
I pulled into her driveway 20 minutes later and got out and went and knocked on her door. I heard the locks on the other side being messed with and then finally the door swung open.
"Hey Lilly." Mary Anne said smiling.
"Hey." I whispered.
She frowned and then pulled me inside and led me up to her room. I sat on her bed and sighed.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"It's Justin."
"What did he do?"
I explained everything that happened at the hospital.
"Hm. Well maybe he's going through some stuff and doesn't feel like talking about it." She told me, sitting down beside me.
"Yeah, but he's never been this way before. He's always talked to me."
"Lilly, his mom's in hospital, he's just worried and doesn't know how to handle it."
"I know. I just wish he'd talk to me."
"He will." She reassured me.
"I know." I stated.
She sighed and got up.
"Come on." She said.
"Where are we going?"
"To have some fun and get your mind off of things."
"But-"
"No buts. Come on." She said, walking out the door.
I sighed and followed her.
We arrived at the stadium down the street from her house. We went inside and paid for our skates. We then put them on and went out onto the rink.
I'd never been that good at skating, so it didn't surprise me when I fell down as soon as I stepped out onto the rink. I pulled myself up and tried again, but each time I fell down. Sometime later, I got the hang of it and was finally able to stay on my feet.
Mary Anne was speeding down the rink, faster than me, because she was better at it than me. She smiled and waved as she sped past me yet again.
I scowled and tried to catch up with her, but I couldn't, she was too fast. I kept my pace and continued slowly around the rink.
Eventually the music came on and I found myself listening to 'I Need You Now' by Lady Antebellum. It was comforting and somehow found myself thinking of Justin.
He was going through a lot, I understood that. I just wish he'd talk to me, I could help him. I could comfort him anyway possible, to make this easier on him. I wanted to take his pain away, to make everything better for him.
I wanted him to trust me and let me help him, but I knew he wouldn't, he's not that type of person. He would basically distance himself away from everyone who loved him and try to deal with it on his own.
He'd always helped me with any problems I had, he'd always been there for me and I wanted to do the same for him, but he needed to let me. He needed to let me be there for him.
I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but him.
"Lilly!" Mary Anne squealed from somewhere behind me.
I turned around and saw her coming towards me at full speed. Before I knew it, I was falling backwards and landing on the hard floor of the rink.
"What the heck?" I asked her, rubbing my back.
"Sorry, I couldn't stop." She said getting up and leading a hand to help me up.
I took her hand and stood up on my feet.
"Maybe we should go, it's getting late." I told her.
She nodded and we returned our stuff and left. We went back to her house and I got in my car and drove home.
I walked in the front door and went into the kitchen looking for my mom.
"Mom?" I called.
She came down the stairs and looked at me.
"Yeah?" She asked.
"Just checking if you were home." I explained.
She nodded and went back upstairs to continue with what she was doing.
I went up to my room and went to my bathroom and got in the shower. After I was finished, I changed into my pyjamas and went and lied down trying to ignore the fact that Justin wasn't talking to me.
I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep.
Sometime later I felt myself fall asleep.
