dangerous curves -Lando Norris (English Version)

Part 42: help

I hurriedly put my clothes on and disappeared from his room. Slamming the door shut behind me, I find my way into my own room. Laying down on my bed, I tried to calm myself down by forcing myself to sleep. Unfortunately, this didn't work, so I lay awake for a long time.

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''What happened here?'' I asked in shock when I entered the kitchen the next morning.

There were shards of glass on the floor and drops of blood everywhere.

''I have no idea...I'm trying to reach Lando right now, but he just won't answer...'' Lewis answers me.

''Try to reach his father...'' I say.

I panicked, I was still hurt from yesterday, but if something had happened to him, I would never get over it. Maria and I carefully started cleaning up the kitchen while Lewis reached Lando's dad in the background.

''What do you think happened?'' Maria asks me.

''I don't know, but Lando and I had a fight last night...'' I reply worriedly.

''Do you think he did something to himself?'' Maria responds as we carefully pick up the broken pieces from the floor.

''I wouldn't be able to cope if he had done it...''

''Ama? Lando's father wants to see you...'' Lewis interrupts us.

Surprised, I stand on my own feet, grab the cell phone and keep my distance.

''Yes? This is Amalia.'' I grab the phone.

''lando is with me...''

''Oh thank God, is he okay?'' I ask back worriedly.

''I don't know..he locked himself in the bathroom..I don't know what happened yesterday, but I think you're the only one who can help him..he would only open up to you...'' his father spoke.

''I don't know, Mr. Norris..Lando and I had a fight yesterday, I don't think he wants to see me now...'' I respond impassively.

''Please just try, Amalia...'' his father begs me.

''Okay, I'll be on my way...'' I respond.

Finishing the call, I turn back to Maria and Lewis, who are still cleaning the kitchen.

''I'm going to Lando's father's house...do you want to go with me?'' I ask them.

''Why do you want to go there?'' Lewis asks skeptically.

''because he needs me, lewis..and I don't really care if you think it's funny or not...'' I respond.

''amalia..I've told you so many times that he's my best friend..stop making a pass at him...''

''Says the one who's banging my best friend..man, damn it Lewis..Lando needs me and I don't care about your opinion right now'' I say back.

Grabbing my cell phone and purse, I open the front door.

''Wait, we're coming with you...'' Lewis's voice stops me.

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''Thank God you're finally here...'' Lando's father greets us.

The four of us are standing in the hallway, and I can see drops of blood and some damage again.

''What exactly happened?'' Lewis asks anxiously.

''Lando came here drunk last night and was in a very bad mood...he was very angry,'' his father explains.

''Was that because of your fight?'' Maria asks me.

''You had a fight yesterday?'' Lewis asks me, surprised.

''Yes..but he didn't seem that angry when I got out of the way of the argument...'' I say.

''What were you arguing about?'' Lewis asks me.

Fuck.

''It's too private...Mr. Norris, where exactly is Lando now?'' I deftly change the subject.

His father take us upstairs.

''Wait downstairs...please,'' I said to the three of them.

A yawning emptiness met me in the corridor. My heart pounded as I stared at the white bathroom door.

''lando...'' I said quietly as I knocked gently on the door.

No response.

''lando..let me in..it's Amalia...''I repeat my voice.

No response for now. But then I hear the sound of the door lock. Taking a deep breath, I step inside. He was sitting miserably in the corner of the bathroom. I close the door behind me. Carefully, I move towards him until I sit down next to him, leaning against the wall.

''How do you know...'' came his weak voice.

''Your father called me...'' I answer tenderly, my eyes falling on his hand.

''Will you let me help you?'' I add.

''I'm okay...'' he lies.

''norris...it's not a weakness to not be okay sometimes...'' I whisper, keeping my eyes on him.

He drops his head on my lap in tears, his body freezing.

''It's okay...'' I whisper, holding him close to me.

His bloody hands grip my legs, his face burying itself more in my lap. Taking off my hoodie, I cover it over his body. I gently stroke his hair.

''I'm such bad company for you, love...'' he whispers in a shaky voice.

''You're not...come down, norris...'' I whispered, holding him even closer to me.

Many tears are now covering my jeans.

''shh...'' I whisper, my warm lips touching his head.

''I'm such an idiot...'' he whispers again through his tears.

''you are so much more than that..you deserve so much better than that...'' I whisper.

''Does the sweater help against the cold?'' he whispers, still stroking his head.

After a while, his tears stop, his wet eyes now meeting mine. I gently and carefully wipe away his remaining tears. Our eyes deepen.

''Tell me what happened last night...'' I say slowly, grasping his right hand.

Without looking away from his eyes, I run my hand over the cut on his palm.

''I had to block it out with alcohol...I'm sorry...I couldn't help it...'' he explains to me in his weak voice.

''You don't have to apologize to me...just take more care of yourself...I was worried sick...'' I say gently.

''I know..everything is complicated right now and I hate it...'' he responds weakly.

''I know...I wish it was all easier, norris...I wish it was for you...'' I whisper softly, our eyes focusing only on us.

''I'm sorry, love...'' he whispers weakly.

''It's okay...'' I say softly.

''I wish I could be what you deserve...'' he whispers.

A soft kiss on his forehead follows.

''That's why you kicked me out after sex?'' I realize.

''Yes...'' he responds.

''When are you going to stop thinking you're not worth it or that you're not good enough for me...'' I ask.