Juliet saved the Bad Boy (COMPLETED)

TWELVE

LUKE

It's been two days since I last talked to her, she didn't bother reaching out to me because she knew I needed space- and I appreciated that. With everything that went down these past few days, I felt like my face was just slapped the hell out of me, and I didn't know how to grasp unto the details. My dad was being his usual bastard self and Juliet was going away, well probably. But when I saw the word CANADA printed out on the corner of the envelope I flat out freaked out.

I know we are graduating soon, we only have a few good weeks left in Senior Year. I didn't know what I want... it's because I feel like I had no choice. My mom thinks I don't notice it but I do. She started doubling her shift these past few weeks and I know it has something to do with me going to college. We weren't that well off if that's what some of you were expecting, we were just simply getting by each day.

The divorce took a toll on both our lives. She had to step up twice as hard as she did before because I only had her and she only had me. She fought until she was drained to keep the custody for me. That's why she was working twice as hard now, for me.

I can consider...

I stopped my trail of thoughts once I noticed I finally arrived in Juliet's home. I quickly shut my doors close and grab the bouquet of flowers I had in the back. I walked in their pathway and knocked once I was in their front door. Their front door creaked open and I immediately burst to a sappy asshole

"I'm really sorry being an asshol- Mrs. Evans?" I stopped midway seeing as it was Mrs. Evans who opened the door for me.

"Hi dear" She said with a slight smile and let me in.

She led mo to their living room where an arrangement of flowers were placed and a basket.

She must've caught unto my expression so she turned to me once she sat down as she fixed the arrangement.

"It's my husband's anniversary" She choked out

I tightened my grip on the bouquet that I had.

"W-where's Juliet?" I asked

Knowing her she'd be the one arranging the flowers and fussing over her mom to not overwork herself but she was nowhere in sight nor could I even hear her.

"Since he died, she never went to his grave. The only time she did was when we were burying him." She told me "Every year, without fail she'd run away. The first time she did that I almost lost it all and went berserk on some police officers" she said with a faint laugh.

I don't know the pain of losing someone, or rather a parent. It's an uncharted fear I never wanted to find out or go through- I know we'll do at some point. But God, she was just barely a teenager when her dad died and she had to be the glue that holds them all together or they'd all crumble down.

"I need to go look for her" I said determinedly

"Son, she'll come back soon" She says not looking at me but with the arrangement in front of her with a wistful look "She just needs space"

"She may be doing this every year, but I won't let her run away thinking no one was willing to look for her" I said and placed the flowers on the table

"For him, i'm sorry I didn't know what was happening today. She never said a thing" I said and dug me hand inside my jeans to grab my car keys.

"She won't, she likes keeping to herself most of the time." she says sadly

"I don't want her to feel alone, not especially today. I'm gonna go look for Juliet, Mrs. Evans" I said nodding to her and turning to the direction of the front door.