Complication

Chapter Fourty-Seven

"Wake up!" I throw a pillow at Lucas's face and he groans. I let him sleep while I went to go get changed into riding clothes but I'm not giving him any more time. "Lucas!" I should've known there would be no way he would try to wake up at five in the morning. We both fell asleep only three hours ago but he's going to have to get up.

"Hm" he grumbles into the pillow.

"If you don't get up in ten seconds I'm going to be behind schedule." Since I have to leave earlier I had to re-evaluate my schedule in my head to make it work for today. By only that I have to drive Lucas back home. "Lucas I don't care if I have to drag you you're getting in the car!"

He groans and rolls over. Fine, I think. I try to pick him up but he's a lot heavier than I imagined and he kind of just rolls onto the floor. I take his arms and start dragging him across the floor. How isn't he waking up? "Lucas I swear to god" I angrily grumble as I try to drag him up the stairs.

I know now that he's not sleeping. Maybe a little. But he's still just being annoying. He finally tiredly gets up and rests one arm over my shoulder and rubs his eyes with the other hand. "What time is it?" His voice lower than usual.

"Five"

"Oh hell no" he turns back around to leave but I drag him up the stairs and outside in the car while he was still on his feet.

It wasn't until fifteen minutes in to driving that he finally woke up. "Morning" he stretches and yawns. "I'm hungry, where we going."

"I'm dropping you off at your house."

"No I'm hungry. I don't want to eat alone." He whines.

"Wow, since when did you become a big baby? Or am I just noticing it now?" I smile widely at him.

"Eh, I think you're just realizing it now."

"Knew it." I mumble. "Anyway. You have to take your own car to Two Trees because I have to go deal with meeting the lawyers."

Lucas turns his head and quietly says, "How are you doing with that?"

"I'm still talking to people, so I guess that's a good sign." Which is true, I don't talk when I get depressed. But I know I'm hiding the way I feel to myself and it's going to come out all at once in a big, ugly storm.

"No really Gina. How are you?"

I turn and smile to him, "I'm just fine. No need to worry about me."

He seems to buy it because he closes his eyes and shifts to get comfortable. "You know you can talk to me, right?" he says half asleep again.

"Of course" I say but I don't even think he heard me because he's snoring already.

The rest of the drive was silent. Am I really okay? No I'm not but I seem to be holding together well so why should I question it? There's still a good chance I can be shipped off to Florida and saying farewell to the one career that I've been planning out for sixteen years. Could it really be that bad? My dad doesn't seem like a great person but he can't be holding this much of a valid argument if he didn't have something better to offer than my life now. But I can't imagine a life away from horses, away from my mom, away from my friends, away from-" I slam on the brakes and Lucas goes flying into the dashboard.

"What the hell!" I don't pay attention to him. I run my hands through my hair. "What happened? Did you forget something?"

I have to stop, I have to stop, I have to stop. I push my thoughts away and regain my composure and force a laugh. "Just reminding you why you should wear a seatbelt."