yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍy ʜᴏᴍᴇ

Chapter 25

We are in Duff's car making our way home. Duff is driving, Steven is on the passenger seat and I'm on the back seat sat down behind Steve. They are arguing about how insane it is the foolishness we are doing. I don't think it's foolishness as they say; it's what I had to do.

"What if he finds out?" Duff shouts.

"He will kill us." Stevens shouts back.

"Guys!" I shout but they don't stop. "GUYS!" I shout again to get their attention. At my second shout they shut up and stay in silence. "He won't find out, so he won't kill you, unless you tell him. You won't do that, right?" I say low, slowly and kind.

"Right." They say in sync. "We arrived." Duff says, parking the car in front of the garage's door. They both get out of the car and I try do the same but all I can do is open the door.

"Huh... Guys? Help?" I ask for help and Duff comes to my encounter.

"Steven, open the door and I take Sheena." He says curving in my direction. I wrap my right harm around his neck and he picks me in bridal style. I still feel really sweaty, I can't breathe very well and I can barely move. I probably look a mess and red as a tomato. I lean my head to the curve of his neck and shut my eyes. When we start climbing up the stairs I start hearing Slash's voice.

"Guys, what happened? What is wrong with her?"

"Huh, she's sick..." Steven explains and after that I don't hear anything else.

I feel my body pressed against the mattress, the touch of the smooth blanket on the bare skin of my arms make me feel warm. As my body is pressed against the mattress Duff's arms disappear. His warmth is replaced by the artificial warmth from the blankets. At the moment that I stop feeling his warmth, I look for it opening my eyes and looking to my left side. And there he is, looking with those beautiful and sparkling brown-grey eyes straight at mine. He takes my hand holding it tight.

"Please, promise me that you'll never snort coke or do any drugs again." I can't promise him that. Maybe I'm an addict. Maybe I turned into one and I didn't have noticed that. Maybe I've just screwed the rest of my life, because now I'm a drug addict. Just like my mom. I try so hard to be different but I'm just like her. "Please." Duff insists once again, snapping my thoughts.

"Yeah, I promise." I say with a half smile. "Maybe Steven was right; I'm your little sister... And you were there to protect me..."

"We will always be here to protect you" he smiles at me. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" He asks, always smiling and caressing the back of my hand.

"No thanks, Duff, you can go." I cup my free hand against his cheek, caressing it with my thumb.

"Are you sure?" I nod in reply. "Ok, I'll leave you. See you tomorrow. And rest." He says, walking through the door and disappearing when it's closed.

I close my eyes and try to think about nothing. I don't like to think. It's always a bad idea to think. Future... What is the future?

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Without noticing, I fell asleep. I don't really know how, because my head was full of shit and it's hard to get some rest with your head full of crap. But somehow I did it.

Slowly I open my eyes and I see that I'm under the blankets and Slash is sat down on the edge of the bed staring at me.

"I see that you're awake." He says, smiling that bright cute smile that I love. I sat up with my back against the headboard and I notice that I'm not wearing the clothes that I was wearing before. Now I have on a tee from Slash. "Are you feeling better?"