Lydia

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WARNING*- Mature content, including vulgar language, talks/ attempts of suicide, and trigger themes.

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Finn sped down the road towards Lydia house. His hands shook as his jaw clenched in anger. There was only one word circling through his mind.

cheater

cheater

cheater

Finn stopped the car abruptly before yanking out the keys and running to the front door. Finn still remembered Lydia's small shaky voice through the phone. She choked on sobs and she spoke like her heart had just been shattered into a million pieces and would never be mended again.

He knew that all she needed right now was a friend and that what he intended to give her.

"Lydia!" Finn barged through the door. His eyes frantically scanned his surroundings. "Lydia!" He called again but there was no answer.

Until loud thuds of footsteps echoed through the hall making Finn stop and wait.

"Finn?"

"Dylan, where's Lydia?" Finn sighed as Dylan emerged from the hallway with a confused look on his face.

His face suddenly settled as if realizing why Finn was there. Realizing why Lydia was so upset. "She's in her room. She hasn't come out for hours." He spoke softly with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Dylan was young and quite immature but he knew that what his sister was dealing with was not a laughing matter and that it was best not to bother his sister at the moment.

Finn nodded a frown still etched on his face before answering. "Thank you," Finn mumbled before running up the stairs two at a time. Finn slowed as he approached the familiar door at the end of the hall. His soft fingers lightly tapped on the door, gently and carefully as if making sure not to leave a mark.

"Lydia?" Finn's voice was barely a whisper. "Lydia?" Finn's voice was louder waiting for an answer that never came.

Finn's knuckles turned slightly pale as he gripped the doorknob tightly before pushing the door open and slipping through the small space into the comfortable room Finn remember Lydia spending hours making it look some what like a photo she got off the internet.

Finn knew Lydia was upset and probably didn't want to see anyone at the moment, but he needed to make sure she was okay. He needed to help her.

"Lydia?" Finn's voice echoed once more but when Finn entered the room and found an empty bed and silence surrounding every inch of the room his eyebrows furrowed.

However, when Finn thought a little more he finally realized where Lydia was. Because he knew Lydia was sad; he knew Lydia was heart broken and there was only one place in the world where Lydia would go in a time she was so weak and vulnerable.

Finn stepped one at a time towards the roof. The cool wind blew around him and the dark night made him invisible to the neighborhood surrounding him. Vines grew on the base of roof and down the sides with small pebbles on the top of the roof as Finn smiled remembering throwing them up there with Dylan as a child. "Lydia?" Finn whispered, the soft sniffles became louder and louder as Finn drew closer to the top.