The Girl

SEVENTEEN: EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT

"I believe in you and me. I'm coming to find you if it takes me all night. Wrong until you make it right and I won't forget you..."

SONG: EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT
ARTIST: THE KILLERS

Brianna was crying in her sleep when I got back. I didn't even think twice about waking her up, she gasped and ran her hands over her face. Her hands cupped my face, brown eyes scared and full of tears as she just stared at me.

"I'm here," I pushed her hair away from her face and kissed her forehead feverishly. "I'm right here, baby girl."

She whimpered and allowed me to pepper kisses all over her face. Her fingers came slowly to run through my hair, breathing slowly.

I broke away from her, taking off my clothing until I was just in my boxers. She stared at me for a few seconds and then pulled my shirt over her head. I crawled in next to her and brought her mouth against mine. She placed her hands in my hair, gripping the strands as I kissed her. Brianna whimpered and tugged at the material of my boxers.

"No," I exhaled and moved her hands away. "We're not fixing you with sex."

She broke away from me and started crying again. "I'm sorry."

My thumb ran over the crease on her chin, her eyes found mine. They were terrified and I didn't know how to make her feel safe. It made me feel like a bad boyfriend.

"What's wrong?"

Brianna wiped at her face, smudging make-up. I lay down on the bed and allowed her to tuck herself against me. I massaged and back gently, her eyes watching me carefully.

"My dad came to visit," She began and swallowed. "And it's--He shoved it all in my face. His new life, everything. He made it seem like my brothers and I were some mistake he made."

"Baby--"

"And I wanted him to stay," She sobbed. "I wanted him to be dedicated to me and my brothers the way he is to his new fucking barbie house."

I took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "I'm dedicated to you."

"Luke, it's not the--"

"I love you," I told her and swallowed. "And I'm going to keep loving you because I am fucking dedicated to you. I don't care where the fuck I am, you're a priority because I love you."

"Stop," She sobbed and sat up.

"I fucking love you," I told her, doing the same. She was shaking now. "Why the fuck won't you accept the fact that someone can love you?"

Brianna wiped at her face. "Because I'm broken and people like you always want to fix someone like me and it never works out."

"Don't be so fucking narcissistic," I snapped. "You forget I was the broken one. I'm the one that tried to kill myself, I'm the one that is standing right here pouring my fucking heart out."

"We were fine until you fell in love with me,"

I swallowed, lips pressed together. I stood to my feet and grabbed my pajama pants, pulling them up my legs. She sat on the bed and watched me.

"Fine," I told her and sifted through my bag, grabbing my pills. "Go ahead and play the stereotype where only the girl is the one is sad and lonely because I'm allowed to be that way too. I'm allowed to feel shit too and want to have someone take care of me for once."

She just stared at me.

"We're a bad idea," She exhaled and blinked. "We've been a bad idea."

"We're not some suggestion in a Magazine," I told her, running my fingers through my hair. "We're real life, Brianna. We're two people who are royal fuck ups, and I'm trying here. I fell in love with you because I'm trying."