Finding Home | Finders Keepers #1✔️

Twenty-Seven - Don't Forget About Me

today's song is Cloves - Don't Forget About Me. This is the song used for Nathan's funeral! And by the way, I cried while writing this that's why it took me so long to get it up. I'm not emotionally prepared for this chapter.

- Bella xxx

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I'm back at home.

The second I wake up, I'm at my old room in the Notorious house. My eyes scatter, hoping it was all a nightmare but when it lands on the sight of Luke laying down on the sofa, sleeping with his arm thrown across his face, I realize it's not.

Twisting around, I reach for the picture frame on my bedside, seeing our family picture in it. Mom and Dad were hugging while Nathan and I were doing the same. All of us, smiling, like nothing could ever go wrong when we have each other.

Then, I cry.

My hands dart to my eyes, trying to wipe away the tears that keeps on falling. I bite my bottom lip, making sure that I stop every sob that threatens to come out so that I'm not going to be able to wake Luke up.

It's too late.

He inhales sharply, sitting up immediately. His eyes land on me and they soften at the sight of me, in tears, crying for my dead family.

I shake my head, grabbing my shirt to wipe the tears. "Sorry."

"Oh, baby," he walks fast going to me, kicking off his shoes, and sitting beside me, pulling me right back into his arms. "It's okay. You don't need to be sorry for anything. Do you want me to just hold you and not talk?"

I nod.

And we do that for an hour or two.

The way his hands caressed my hair, soothed my sobs, and the way his hold was tight, got me to stop from tearing up again.

"My mom and dad were driving me back home from a party," I start, my fingers hovering over them at the picture. "I got too drunk and drunk-dialed my mom when I was supposed to call Nate. Right as we were going back home, that's when the brake came completely loose. It wasn't working on the way home and we didn't know why. We were about to hit a kid so my dad swerved and we went for the bridge, the windshield of the car immediately got shattered, letting all the water in fast. We tried everything to get out but next thing I knew, I was watching my mom die and I was sure that I was too but then, I woke up with my brother in my room, telling me that they're dead.

"That wasn't supposed to happen, you know? I spent a lot of time convincing myself that it wasn't my fault and Nathan did too but the car that my mom and dad used were Nathan's because their car was being repaired. If I wasn't so drunk off my ass, I could have called a taxi or an Uber to get back home and they wouldn't have died. Now, look at me, I'm back here without my brother who died to try and save me from Johnny and he ended up dying. Whose fault was it? Me."

"No, it wasn't," he softly speaks. "None of this is your fault, Rose."

It didn't feel that way, at all.

"I should have died that night with my parents," I state. "I should have died that night so that my brother isn't dead now."

Grabbing me by the shoulders, he cups my chin, making me face him. "Don't tell me that. It isn't any of your fault, okay?"

"Then, why do I feel like it is?"

Because it is.