Cheater (Complete)

Chapter Seventeen: Please Don't Leave Me

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Dean's POV (Picking up from the memory in A Functional Zombie{The chapter, in case you don't remember})

She was quiet. Way way too quiet. What was going through that overactive mind of hers? I couldn't even guess. She ate silently, her eyes downcast, haunted.

What could I do to fix her?

First thing was getting her some food.

When I brought her in to meet my brother, he punched me.

Rosie held an ice pack to my aching jaw while answering some basic questions that my brother was hurling at me. However, since I could barely open my mouth an inch, she took over the duty of talking for me.

When he was done with the inquisition, he brought her a bowl of pasta, overflowing, and lots of buttery rolls.

“Do you like it?” I asked, gesturing to the food before her. She nodded.

“Of course. I just wish there wasn't so much of it. I don't think my stomach can hold it all” she replied, playing with a piece of a roll. I took it from her and popped it in my mouth.

I took the opportunity to look her over. She had on a loose pink shirt, something she pulled on to hide her skinny frame better. Her sweatpants served the same purpose. She looked gaunt and sick. I can't believe this was the girl that only some weeks before had been giving me sugary sweet kisses and giving me adorable blushes.

She must have something wrong with her. Maybe her lifestyle caught up with her and she developed some sort of terminal disease.

God, the thought was unbearable.

But why did her health deteriorate so fast? It was a mystery. But my main concern was on where she could stay now. There wasn't a way in hell that I was letting her continue sleeping in her car. It was nice and all, might even be better than mine, but it was no place to live. Cars were meant as transportation, not as a home.

“You can stay with me from now on” I blurted to her. Her head snapped up, eyes narrowed while I wondered why exactly I had said that.

She couldn't stay at my house! My mom lived there! I couldn't even imagine delicate, petite Rosie staying with my mom in the house. My mom was... someone you don't get along with easily. She had acquired taste, if you will. She could possibly scare off Rosie, I didn't want-
“No” my thought was interrupted by Rosie.

Instantly, every thought of her not staying in my house was gone like a flash. My eyes narrowed, matching her stubbornness with my own. Oh sure, my house wasn't all unicorns and rainbows but it was warm and fully stocked with food.

“You're going” I left no room for arguments. A waitress came over with the bill. She shot me a flirty smile but I barely spared her a glance. Even when Rosie was sick, the waitress just couldn't compare to her beauty. Before Rosie could look at it, don't think she didn't try, I snatched it. I snorted. Of course. The waitress had left her number. I didn't even think about it twice.