Complication

Chapter Nineteen

My mom walks down the stairs to the den where I still sit, wide awake, staring blankly at the TV.

"Gina?" Her soft voice cuts through the dead silence.

I snap out of my daze and put on a bright smile. "Yeah mom?"

She sits down on the couch next to me and sighs deeply. "Listen, Gina." She stalls, unsure of what to say next. "You haven't been acting yourself lately..."

I shake my head. Of course I should've known she would try to make me talk about Justin. "Mom, don't worry about it. I'll get over it."

She scrunches her eyebrows together, "Do you think I'm talking about Justin? No, I'm talking about something bigger."

Something bigger?

"Lucas told me what happened today."

"Lucas? Since when do you to talk?" I ask, surprised.

"When you got in your car accident and we found out about your eating disorder-"

"I don't have an eating disorder!"

"...When we found out about you eating habits, I contacted Brandon and asked him if I could come talk to him about you. He let me come and talk, and he said he would let me know if he notices anything off with you. He also sent the message on to Lucas."

I roll my eyes, I should've known she wouldn't have let me go back without an eye on me.

"So, Lucas called me and told me what he saw today... You are getting dizzy aren't you?"

"It's the concussion mom, there is no need to worry."

"Gina, concussion or not, I don't think you should go to Florida. It's not a good environment for you and you will get better here much faster."

I'm astonished! "No! I'm going to Florida. It's too late to back out, I have a whole show schedule already planned! I have to go!"

"I just don't think its good for you. You're going to be showing a lot and working from who knows what hour in the morning to an ungodly hour at night. You may forget to eat like you've been doing for the past couple months. I think that it will be to much for you."

"No" I shake my head. "I've been wanting to go to show in what I'm showing in at Florida for a really long time now. You can't just pull my dream, my opportunity!"

"I'm sorry, there will be other chances."

"Wait!" A conversation I had a couple weeks ago that I had with Lucas pops up in my mind. "What if I stay with someone. Lucas has a house right next to the show grounds. He would make sure that I eat and that I'm not overworking myself."

After a moment of silence she says, "Then I would consider it. But how do you know that Lucas would do all that? That's a lot to ask."

"Trust me, he'll do it." I stand up, "Can I borrow your car?"

"You're going to ask him right now?"

"Yup."

I hop into her truck and start the engine, silently cursing myself for even considering this. However, if I can get me to Florida, it doesn't sound so crazy.

It's twelve thirty when I finally pull up in Lucas's driveway. If seen it a couple times before just driving through the neighborhood to get to the shortcut to Two Trees. Giant driveway that fits his Audi with more than enough room to spare.

I take a deep breath and storm up to the front double doors and pound on them. A minute later he opens it, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants. He scrunches his eyebrows and pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks at the time, back up to me, then at the time again. I cross my arms.