Living with the badboy

40

We were almost Home, what a funny word home is. Some days I feel like the gym is my home other days I feel like my house is my home and mostly I feel like I don't have a home at all.

You see Julia was my definition of home. I missed her when I was long periods of time away from her and when I see her I feel all relaxed and like the world can not hurt me.

"Honey we are home, I think you should take a nap your dark circles have worsened." My stepmother said grabbing my hand and squeezing it lightly. She looked at my with inventory in her eyes, caution, as if I could leash out at her in the matter of seconds.

"Yeah I uh, I think I need to lay down for a bit. You know uhh process this" I said slowly getting up from my seat feeling my head become a hurricane.

Rushed thoughts go trough my head making me question if I was even thinking at all.

As I walked inside the house I had a sight before eyes I would never have expected. On our very own counter sat Nate, Julia's ex, the person who cheated and by doing so hurt her.

He Seemed to be completely nervous and anxious, not that I can blame him after the incident at the party. His eyes looked bewildered and his hand combed trough is hair what I assumed to be a nervous tendency.

I cleared my throat trying to get his Attention in a not to hostile manner. His body reacted scared as I saw him shoot up a mere centimeter in his chair, at this I rose my eyebrow and crossed my arms against my chest defensively.

"Nate, what a surprise" I said monotonous not giving away my emotion in my face. He however gave his emotions away like an open book. He began to play with his fingers nervously while keeping his eyes fixated on them.

He began to speak to me not taking his eyes of his hands, "hunter I- I came to you because I want to know more about Julia" he said hesitantly.

"What do you want to know?" I said gritting my teeth together.

"I saw you ehh, I saw you talk to the doctor and I would like to know how Julia is doing. Because I'm not related or something, they won't tell me." His voice was slightly breaking and I could not help but feel the pity that overwhelmed me. After all he was just like me, a human.

Humans make mistakes and feel heavily clouded by them too.

I sighted and began to sit beside him trying to act as neutral towards him as I possibly could. He seemed to notice and relaxed slightly.

"Julia reached the stable condition and there are slight improvements that they hope will continue to happen from now on. But you should not feel false hope, after all comas are unpredictable." I said softly looking him sternly in the eyes.

"Hunter you can't just tell ev-" my mother began but was soon cut off by me.

"He deserves to know"

As I looked back at Nate I saw that his hands were shaking, tears streamed down his chin into his shirt. Small sobs filled the nasty silent room, his small whines left heartbreaking vibes.

"Ooh thank g-god, ooh this is just- thank god thank god" the words left his lips with trouble, the stuttering took over. His trembling words mimicked his hands and I feels bad for him, I really do.

I rubbed his back not saying anything. After all what could there be said?

'It will get better?' 'It is going to be alright?' I wish that those words could leave my lips without guilt and envy. But they can't, not without lying.

If Julia will wake up is not sure, the chances are just higher.

We stayed that way for a while before Nate left. After that I began to lay in bed again blaming myself for Julia's death.

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