Chapter Twenty Three

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Riley

When I found the razor in Lucas's bag, well, my heart broke. It broke for my amazing boyfriend. And anger bubbled up inside of me at the father of my boyfriend. The father was a sick, sick person. Who in their right mind would cause a person to cut themselves? A terrible, horrible person, that's who.

And now it was dinner time. Lucas had had dinner with us just once before, and although I knew he was trying his very best, I wished he would eat more. Was that wish selfish? I just wanted him to be healthy.

Lucas and I sat side by side on the bench. Our plates were loaded with tortellini, thanks to my mom. The pasta was drenched in Alfredo sauce, which was the love of my life, next to Lucas.

Next to me, Lucas picked at his noodles, eating only a couple. I really wanted him to eat more, but I knew that he wasn't going to. For crying out loud, he had basically been starved his whole life!

"Lucas," Auggie piped up. "Why aren't you eating?"

Lucas froze; all his muscles tensed.

I scooted closer to him. "Baby, it's okay." I murmured.

"It's nothing Auggie. I'm just not very hungry." Lucas replied.

"Would you like something else?" Mom asked. "I know that tortellini isn't for everyone."

I put my hand on top of Lucas' lower arm. He needed to stay calm. I didn't want him to have a panic attack. He needed to know that he was safe. Everything was going to be okay.

"No thank you. I don't want to inconvenience you."

"Lucas. Honey, you're not an inconvenience. I just want to make sure you're healthy." My mom responded.

I saw a bead of sweat roll down Lucas' neck. He needed to get out of here.

"Mom," I asked. "May we please be excused."

Mom nodded, after casting a worried look at Lucas.

"Auggie, wanna play with Isaac?" Isaac was gurgling happily away in his high chair.

Auggie loved Isaac like a brother. Whenever they played together, Auggies face lit up like a street lamp at night. I loved seeing that look on my little brothers face.

Grabbing Lucas' clenched fist, I pulled him away from the table and into his room.

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