Hello, Luna

Chapter 23. Knight

WARNING: SEXUAL REFERENCES IN THIS CHAPTER. YOU PROBABLY DON'T CARE BUT I THINK ITS WORTH MENTIONING.

I stare at the TV, a bowl of what once were Doritos but is now a bowl of crumbs in my lap and tears falling from my eyes. "But Bobby!" I mumble. I look at my two brothers, who are both staring intently at the TV as well.

"Shh!" Raymond snapped. I elbowed him. He winced.

I kept watching Supernatural intently as I was searching absentmindedly for more food in the bowl. I glare at the empty bowl and set it on the coffee table. I checked my phone while I'm at it. I had three missed calls. All three from Vegas.

I felt all fluttery whenever I saw or thought of him now, thinking that's him. That's my boyfriend but right now I was a little worried. He called me three times and all three times I didn't pick up. what if something bad happened? What if he's in hospital?!?

Calm down, Luna, I think, odds are that everything's fine and he's just checking up on me.

I get up from the couch and walk upstairs, where its quieter, and sit on the steps. I ring him back and wait for him to pick up. After four rings, Vegas picked up.

"Luna?" a girls - Sadie's voice asked.

"Hi, yeah, I got three missed calls." I said.

"Yeah, I know." Sadie said. Something resembled panic in her voice. What's going on?

"Whats wrong, S?" I asked, trying to sound calm. I hope everything's okay.

"It's Columbus," she said. Oh no.

"What about him?" I asked. "Is he okay?"

"Not exactly." Sadie replied. "Can you come to Angie's house? Can your brother drop you off?"

"Uh... yeah." I reply. "explain everything when I'm there." I hang up and rush downstairs. I stumble into the living room. my brothers frown at me.

"Is everything okay?" Raymond asked me.

"I'm not sure." I answer. "Tyler, can you drive me to Angelo's house?"

he furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah, but what's the m-"

"Good." I say. I tuck my phone in my pocket and grab my coat from the rack. "Let's go."

***

I thank my brother and get out of the car. I open the front door, and look for someone. It was Angelo who I saw first. "What happened?"

Angelo started to talk when someone else interrupted. "Nothing!" Vegas said from a distance.

I look around for him, but had no luck. "He's in the living room." Angelo said. "Let him explain."

I take off my coat and lay it on the bench. "Is anyone else here? Other than me, you, S and V?"

Angelo shook his head. "Okay." I said.

I found Vegas in the living room, thanks to Angie. He was lying down on the couch. His hair was scattered around his head, as usual, and was protesting to the ice pack on
his eye. Sadie was telling him to shut up or she'll "slice his leg up, debone and crumb it before deep frying his flesh, and then feed it to him." That seemed overly detailed...

There was a bump on his left hip, where, I assume, was another ice pack. His lip was swollen, and there was a cut on his cheek.

"I'm fine!" He kept saying, followed by a "and this thing on my eye hurts!"