Choosing 13 | Johnny Kavanagh

chapter fourteen

Lilia

My head is killing me as I slowly open my eyes, bright white light is blinding me from seeing.
Where am I?
Where the fuck is dad?

I jerk myself awake when I realise I'm not in my room anymore and Carden isn't there beside me as I look around the room. There's a familiar blonde girl in front of me with what looks like her parents.
Aoife Molloy? What the fuck are you doing here?!

Aoife notices me first, "Lilie, you're awake?" she comes closer on her seat.
My head pounds even more louder, I turn away on my side with my hands cup my ears. The sound makes me sick and dizzy as my head gets louder and louder.

What did I do?
Where's my brothers?
Where's my mum?
Fuck?

Tears are flowing down my cheeks as a figure crouch in front of me, stroking my head, "Hi Lilia, I'm Tris Molloy," the voice introduces, "my daughter was with your brother when your other brother found you on the floor, so they took you to the hospital."
The words drow out from my head, I think she is saying something a long the lines of, she wants to know what happened and I'm safe now.
I could scream right now.

I'm not safe.
I could never be safe from Logan Grayson!
Logan Grayson never gave a shit about his own daughter, I couldn't be a star like Harvey or bring home a decent amount of money because it's "whore money".
He couldn't even give less of a shit to him if I got pregnant with a druggie, left me and had the baby.

I was dead to him. I run that fucking family and it's never fucking enough!
I reach out to yank the blanket and pull it over my head. "I'm sorry, Lilie." Trish says softly.
"I don't need your sorrows," my voice is rough, I don't recognise it.
Then, the door opens and closes, and I hear footsteps rushing over to my side, "holy shit Lee, you're awake?" I pull back the blanket, seeing my twin brother beside me with glassy eyes.

Ignoring the pain when I sit, I wrap my arms around Harvey's neck as he wraps his arms around my middle, holding me so tightly that it makes me feel sick.
"I was so fucking scared," he breathes in short breaths.
I hold him tighter, "I'm alright, don't worry," I whisper.
We pull back, Harvey helping me down.

"Thank fuck, you're awake, Lia." Carden sigh heavily.
Wait, "how long have I been out?" I blurt out barely audible, now noticing it's daylight out.
"All night and all morning, it's two in the afternoon," Harvey replies.
"How about school?" I whisper.

My twin brother groans, "fuck school, Lils!"
I don't think mum would be... "where's mum?"
Both of my brothers are looking unsure.
"Ahh, s-she's-" Harvey starts.

Carden shakes his head, "she's dead, Lils..." he just say it.
What? No?
My throat begins to tighten at the thought.
My mother wasn't dead, she was upstairs in her bedroom, resting.
"Jacks?" my voice crack a little.

Carden shakes his head a little more harder, "still with Gran," he struggles, "but ma wrote you a letter," Carden slips the envelope on the table.
My throat lodges itself with thick tears, "Logan?"
Harvey shrugs, "the son of the bitch escaped!" his yelling is too loud my head hurts again.
I pull the blanket over my head again and I just lay there in numbness.