The Suffer of the Silenced

suffer of the silenced part 17

"So, how is this going to work?" I was laughing so hard.

Ben's apartment only had one bedroom, which he and his date were using tonight, leaving me and Landon the small red couch in the living room.

"Okay, let's try you laying here." I lay down were he pointed, "and then I will lie like this," he twisted his body in an uncomfortable angle and put his good arm around my waist. He held me like that for a minute, but soon I fell, pulling him down with me.

He fell on top of me, laughing hysterically, "This is impossible!" He leaned down and kissed me.

"Why don't we just sleep on the floor then?" I asked.

"Huh, we could try that. If you roll around in your sleep you will hit those boxes though." He pointed to an unsteady stack of brown boxes which looked as if they were going to fall any second.

"Well then I might have an issue." I joked.

"Don't worry, I'll hold you still." He placed his arm around my waist again.

We heard giggling followed by a moan from Ben's room. Suddenly, Ben ran out with only a small towel covering him. He jumped into the kitchen and started throwing things out of a cabinet until he found a bottle of something and smiled widely.

"Hey guys! Just getting something, don't mind me." He said as he sprinted back into his room.

I looked back at Landon and we both started laughing again.

When we stopped laughing, we started kissing. Landon pulled me on top of him.

"Lillian, I am sorry for earlier."

"No, I am. You were right and I had no reason to get upset." I said.

His hands were rubbing my back gently while my hands were pulling his hair softly. He started running his hands under my shirt.

"Landon, I think you were right. I don't want anything to happen on the floor with your brother in the other room." I sighed.

He stopped and just looked at me. He was about to say something when the telephone rung loudly.

"Landon! Get that!" We heard Ben shout with a strained voice.

He got up and walked into the kitchen and got the phone off of the counter.

"Hello?" He asked

"Dad? Dad what's wrong?" His eyes were big and frantic.

"What? Slow down, I can't understand you. Dad? Dad, hello?" His mouth was hanging open. He stared at the phone, just standing there silently.

"Ben!" He yelled, making me jump. He ran back into the living room and grabbed his shirt, yanking it over his head.

"I'm a little busy now!" Ben answered in the strained voice again.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He completely ignored me.

"I don't care! Something's wrong with dad!"

Ben came from his room with the towel wrapped around his waist again. "What are you talking about?" He asked, worried.

"I don't know. He didn't tell me. He just said he needed help. C'mon!" Landon was getting his crutches and limping out of the door.

I jumped up and ran after him, followed by Ben who had put on jeans.

We ran towards to car, Landon telling us to hurry and that we didn't have time.