After She Left (girlxgirl)

Ten

"It's OK if you fall down and lose your spark. Just make sure that when you get back up, you rise as the whole damn fire."

-Colette Werden

I looked at Blake with my brow raised, in a while turning my head to do the same to Luke and Andre. What they were telling me simply wasn't processing in my brain. It was completely and utterly unnecessary, at least in my opinion.

"So.." I dragged out, breaking the silence and the guys seemed to relax, "you're telling me you're forcing Lil to move in with us?"

Drake nodded: "technically we're not forcing anything, it's simply a fact. She knows where you're located, also the names of us all and the back entrance."

I cocked my head: "and whose fault would that be?"

"Okay," he sighed, "fair enough. But it doesn't change anything. It is what it is. Either she dies or stays - your choice. We can't risk with putting you in danger."

"That's not a choice, Blakey. She stays until I figure a way out for her."

Immediately a plan of breaking her out was slowly made inside my brain.

"Don't even plan anything stupid like you did just a day ago, Gold. If she leaves, she will die, don't make me kill anyone else," Blake said, leaving the room.

"Drama queen!" I shouted after him.

I knew he was just doing his job, but it didn't change the fact that I couldn't quite understand it. If they were as good as the world and themselves claimed to be, a girl out there couldn't possibly do me any harm. Not to mention, it was Lilly we were talking about.

"I'll be at my room most likely jacking off in case you need me," Luke said as he walked out of the room.

"Charming," I laughed. As if it wasn't obvious already. 

Andre stood a few meters from me, his back resting against the wall and arms crossed.

"Feeling any better?" he asked, looking me up and down.

I knew it was about my breakdown last night. Didn't take that much to figure out I wasn't the most emotionally stable person in the place.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. It still got to me and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Yes, it's fine," I said, smiling, "I'm fine."

He gave me a half smile that indicated he wasn't buying it what so ever.

"I'm proud of you, to be honest," he said, sparking interest in me. 

"For?" I furrowed my brows as he sat down next to me.

"Well, for starters, you haven't punched anyone yet," he said and I laughed, "she and the rest of us put you through hell. I can't even begin to imagine how it must of felt to be in your position."

I nodded, agreeing with him. I was partly proud and mad at myself for keeping my feelings in lane. As much as they all hurt me I could still never put them through something even remotely close to what I had to go through purely because they mattered to me.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when you needed us. I know out of all people in the house you trusted me the most."

I put my hand on his, smiling: "I get it. They're you're family. I'd never put another person over my family."