The Ride [Les Twins Fanfiction]

CHAPTER XII

"Has Larry come back?" I ask, my voice monotone as I look up at the ceiling. I feel the bed dip beside me, Laurent laying beside me.

"Have you ate today?" He asks, avoiding my question. I knew the answer. He hasn't talked to my crazy ass for a whole week. I couldn't even cry anymore. It was over, and he was going to have a happy life with Tisha and their baby. They're gonna start a family and she's going to be sane enough for him.

He didn't need someone like me, a girl who was drowning herself in her mental problems. I was crazy, and no one wants a crazy person.

"Has Lyric talked to you?" I ask. Lyric had also gone ghost. After letting me cry on her shoulder that night of the club, our conversations have gotten scarce. Maybe because I was turning into a depressed recluse who didn't want to work. Maybe because she's working. Maybe it's not me, but the responsibilities she had that weren't me.

I hoped it was the latter. I didn't want the only one to care about me be Laurent. I couldn't survive on just Laurent's love. There wasn't enough. I became so dependent on all of them, that I couldn't just steal all the love from Laurent. I became greedy. I needed them all.

"Have you ate today, Vera?" Laurent asks, sitting up.

"No." I breathe out. I hear him suck in his teeth.

"When the last time you eat?"

"Yesterday."

"Princess."

"Friday." Four days ago. I haven't eaten in four days. Isn't that crazy? I just wasn't hungry. I had no desire to get out of bed. I could barely get up to take a shower. I was slowly losing everything.

"Vera." He groans, and I close my eyes. He gets up and they shoot open and I sit up quickly.

"Laurent." I say, frantically, fear and anxiety filling my stomach. He couldn't leave me. He can't. No. No. Not Laurent.

"What's wrong."

"Don't leave me." I say, tears filling my eyes. If I lost him, I'd lose everything. "I promise, I'll do anything you want, just please."

"Princess, I not leaving." He says, making me close my eyes, the fear seeping out of me slowly.

"Are you sure?" I ask, afraid to get to comfortable. I needed to be in a position where I could quickly get up and cry for him if he walked out of the door.

"Vera, I not leave you. I promise you." He says, moving back over. I nod, letting out a breath.

He became the one I depended on. The one I leeched off of. I needed him to survive. Before he could leave again, I grab his wrist. "I just wanna sleep, Laurent." I mutter, closing my eyes. He lets out a breath.

"You can no sleep no more. You sleep all day. You stay in bed and feel bad when you need to be eating. Even if you not hungry, you eat." He says, taking me into his arms and picking me up. "And I will stay here until you do." He carries me to my dining room, placing me in a chair. "I can no believe you two." He mutters, walking to the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. "He trippin off something you not even do. You can not control that bitch nigga." Laurent shakes his head, pulling out some jelly and some peanut butter. "He mad because you not tell him that bitch boy touch you. I say to him 'she was hurting. She not want to talk about it to nobody' and he go 'she tell you.' and I tell him 'I only know because I was there to help.' And he don't say anything."

Laurent places a finished peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of me and looks me in my eyes. "I ask him why he not talk to you so many times and he say he scared. I ask what he scared of and he say you change. Like that is what he wanted, no? He wanted you to be your own person, and you go through so much to do that, and now he's afraid? He so confused."