Chapter 27

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Dex:

We've all just witnessed the council listing off Lord Cassius' charges. It's been a crazy few days for Keefe, a crazy few months, years even. He only got his abilities yesterday but the council insisted the situation with his dad couldn't wait any longer.

It was Keefe's time to talk to his dad before they decided his sentence . I glanced at Fitz, his knee was bobbing up and down and he was biting his lip nervously. It was cute.

"Fitz," I whisper "he can do this."

"I know he can," he sighs "but that doesn't mean it hurts him any less."

I squeezed his hand "well, we're all here to help him out.

"I know but...I don't know I just I feel like I've always been a pretty rubbish best friend. He always been there for me, listened to me and I.....I just want to do better."

"You're trying so hard Fitz and I'm sure he sees it and knows it, ok?"

"Yeah....thanks Dex." He offers a grateful smile that makes my heart flutter.

I then look over at Sophie, who at this rate, is going to have no eyelashes left.

I grab her hand, stopping her from pulling out more.
"Soph, your gonna have none left." I say as gently as possible.

"I know...but I can't help it Dex," she sounds on the verge of tears, her eyes look into mine, they reflect a storm of emotions, a mix of worry and fear that's almost consuming her.
"Why is everything going so shit for him Dex?"

I can't even say anything. Because I honestly have no idea. "I don't know Soph, but I'm here for you, and him, ok?"

"Thanks Dex." She pulls me into a quick hug and then goes back to staring at Keefe as he gets ready. He already made his statement, but he got to chose whether he wanted to say something to his dad before he was sentenced. He decided to do it, and I respect him for that, but Sophie almost had a heart attack when he told her.

I was trying to stay calm, but for some reason trying to unstress stressed people is very stressful. Who knew?

***********Time skip***********

🚨Keefe:🚨

The panic was overwhelming. It was like a raging storm engulfing me, I can't think clearly.

I need to breath.

I couldn't even look at him when I was making the statement. But I need to look at him now. I need to face him. Be strong.

My eyes search for Foster in the crowd. She flashes me an encouraging smile but my heart only pounds harder as I'm called up onto the podium.

Time to do this.






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