The Help || l.h

Chapter 6

Luke's P.O.V

I was astonished as to how Rosie's father would trust me with taking care of his daughter. I thought that I was nowhere near to being a good choice to be her therapist, much less a guidance counselor. I suddenly got the idea to check on Rosie, even if it's like past twelve midnight right now, I mean only God knows what she's up to right now.

Luckily, I didn't have to walk far. Her dormitory which turned out to be an apartment building was just about two blocks away from my place. She most likely lived on the top floor, the 15th floor, since, I guess, from what I remembered, her apartment was really not so very high yet it seemed really high like a penthouse. I looked for her apartment, knocking on each door asking which her room number is. A few knocks later and I decided that I should follow the screaming I heard down the hall. Surely, it must have been Rosie because her voice sounded like that, beautiful yet sorrowful.

I knocked on the door where I could hear the most screams. "Rosie," I knocked. She wouldn't open after a few seconds, so I kind of banged the door, then a shiny thing caught my eye from the top corner of her door. It was a key. I picked it up and assumed that it was the key to her room, and my assumptions were correct. 

I walked in the apartment, horrified because of what she'd done to herself. Blood was everywhere, broken glass was around her, some shots surrounded the room. She, yet again, attempted to destroy herself. I rushed to her aid, hoping to save her. I found her sitting in a corner, crying like a mad woman in peril, as if she was a psycho, screaming "please don't go" all the while.

"Rosie, stay with me! Rosie," I tried to calm her as I crouched down and held her in my arms. Blood stained my shirt as she kept screaming in terror. "Rosie, calm down! It's me, Luke." I looked around for something I could use to help her regain her sanity. I checked her bathroom, her wardrobe, her bedroom, scanning every inch for something to calm her down. I then found an injection with the drug for it sitting beside her bed on a table. It was probably something her parents used to shut her up.

I loaded the injection immediately then rushed to Rosie. I held her back again and injected her on the neck as she screamed even louder in pain. "Rosie, you'll be fine. Rosie, don't worry." I soothed as she bit down her lip, probably trying to stop anymore screams. With that, she fell asleep.

I pitied her. She was a really pretty girl with a broken heart, not that I want to be the one to mend it. I could help her, though, I mean I did need the money as well. I feel pretty guilty for doing this, but if I keep the money, then I wouldn't have to work too hard anymore. All I needed to do is to get this girl to move the fuck on, and that may or may not be too hard.

I exited the building, regretting why I hadn't brought her to her bed. Why didn't I do it, though? Wow I'm a fuck up. Hopefully she'd be able to relax for a little. I wonder why she's in such a tantrum.

I phoned Michael that night, telling him about her and what happened, throwing insults about Rosie while explaining.

"Don't you think you're being a bit too harsh about her?" asked Michael.

"For fucks sakes, she's a melodramatic whore who can't get over a guy who died two years ago. Even I'd have already gotten over someone I love two years ago by now." I said, pacing around my small room.

Michael sighed. "Just go easy on her. I mean, what wrong has she done up to this point?" Oh, I don't know, maybe just disrupted this peaceful little life of mine?

"Cmon, Luke, she's not that bad. She just needs help." No shit. I called it a night from there and just went to bed. Such a crazy night it was.

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I went to Rosie's again the next morning, since I still do need the money.

I got to her little apartment and knocked on the front door. It cracked open to my surprise. I guess she didn't lock it.

I hesitated to enter, since I'm that good of a person that doesn't just invite myself in. I popped my head thru the door and saw her waking up a bit, streching and looking at the note she found on the floor. Then I remembered: I did place that note beside her last night, didn't I? 

I tried to crack the door open a tad bit more, but the door squeaked a bit, thus her attention turned to me.

"What did you- What are you-" she stuttered.

"Sorry, should I leave?" I asked her politely, with a tad bit of sarcasm in my tone, but not that noticeable to piss her off.

She shook her head. "You can stay in if you want. Besides, I probably need to thank you and I might need help cleaning this up. Do you min helping?" 

She's such a spoiled brat. "Help me clean this shit up." What am I, a maid? "Sure." I told her anyways. I helped clean some of the broken glass shattered near the carpet and some of the blood stains on the walls. "Why are you making such a big deal out of it? And why did you just suddenly go beserk all of a sudden last night?" I asked insensitively to break the silence which gone on for about three minutes. 

She went to washing her hands while replying to my question. "He's basically my life, and last night was his death annoversary, mind you." Well, that explains a lot.

"But why can't you just get over him? It's been two years. Okay, maybe it's alright that it was just last night, but to still ask for help to get over him? What's keeping you from it? What's so special about Spencer that makes you so head over heels for him yet he's dead? I know I'm in no position to ask this, but I kind of want to help you so you'd live a peaceful life." But, of course, I'm doing this so she could get out of my life, for some cash, and some peace.

She just remained silent, probably at a loss for words. I don't blame her, though. I mean I threw too much at once. "He won't leave me alone." She just said.

"So he basically haunts you in your dreams and you keep seeing him everywhere that it's unescapable so you got no choice but to cry over him?" 

"How did you-"

"It's really obvious." I said, thrwoing the glass in the bin, making me stand next to her because the bin was beside the kitchen sink where she was washing her hands.

She finished washing and we both turned to face each other. "So what suggestions do you have so I could get over him?" she asks me.

"Easy. Find a new interest. Shut him out. Don't even think about him and get on with your life. In other words, set a goal."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Don't you think I haven't tried? Don't you think I haven't gone out in the world to find a new interest or set a life goal or whatever that shit? Don't you think I wanted to get rid of him?"

I rolled my eyes back her in reply. "You're so stupid, ain't ya? If you did want to get over him by now, then you should've already gotten over him. You want him out of your life so bad? Try harder. You're not trying hard enough. It's so obvious! You're all Spencer this, Spencer that. Tell me, would he have liked to see you like this? Fucked up and crazy?"

She opened her mouth in shock. "Get out. Please, just get out."

"What? I'm just stating facts-"

"Just go away. Now!"

I rolled my eyes and made my way to the door. "See you in school."

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A/N: I AM SO SORRY IF IT TOOK A LIFETIME TO UPDATE SUCH A SHITTY + SHORT CHAPTER I'LL UPDATE AGAIN EITHER TMR OR IN TWO DAYS I AM SO SORRY ILY GUYS 100 READS IS ENOUGH FOR ME LMAO