Insanity

31| Ask For It

Allena

I wake up to the soft sound of humming and a reassuring rub on my thighs. My eyes slowly open, adjusting to the light, the first thing I see is Luca.

"You're awake," He smiles with his typical goofy grin.

"Mhm," I mumble, sitting up. "We're on the plane?"

"Yeah, you fell asleep in the car. I tried not to wake you. The girls are in the front watching a Disney movie with Gray."

"And Maeve?" I ask.

"Back. Hasn't talked to anyone," Luca sighs.

"I'll go talk to her," I smile, standing up, and moving to the back of the plane. Maeve is sprawled across her seat, snacks laid out, but she clearly hasn't touched one.

"Can I sit?" I ask?

"Sure," She mumbles, moving her stuff. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," I lie.

"Liar," She scoffs.

"You talk about your problems, and I can talk about mine," I shrug.

"Did Gray send you?" She asks. "He can't stop breathing down my fuck..."

"Nope, I came by myself...because you're my friend," I shrug. "I care about you."

She shakes her head, mumbling something to herself. "Everyone always says that. The next thing you know they're hurting you all over again."

"Not everyone," I mumble. "Not Gray. Not Luca. Not me."

"You don't know that. You can't promise me that..."

"Of course I can't. That's what trust is for," I cut in.

"Yeah well fuck trust," Maeve mumbles. "It's bullshit." I sigh, I'd be a hypocrite if I tried to say anything different.

"I'm not used to people caring," Maeve sighs. "Gray... he...he was so disappointed in me," She sighs.

"Because?"

"I sort of ended up in a stranger's van," She shrugs. "He was hot, and I didn't think he was a psycho." I stifle a laugh, trying to keep listening. "I know. I'm an idiot. And he...he looked...like he expected more from me."

"Yeah cause he cares about you, dumbass," I mumble.

"I just...im stupid. And impulsive," She groans.

"And he still loves you."

She sighs, not saying anything, but I think deep down she knows im right.
"Are you gonna talk about your problems now?" She whispers.

"You mean the fact that my uncle beat me till I was half dead?" I ask.

"You're a good fucking actor by the way," She smirks.

"Thanks," I chuckle.

"What are you going to do about it?" She asks. "Say the word and I'll kill him."