Crazy House

Chapter 26: I know you're not okay, so I'm not going to ask.

XxDEDICATED TO THE AMAZING LAIZAxX

Chapter 26: I know you’re not okay, so I’m not going to ask.

“What about a real relationship?” I ask Roman sitting up a little straighter in my seat, and putting all of my attention on him.

“I-” Roman’s sentence is cut off when the doorbell rings. “I’ll get it.” He says standing up but I follow him to the door since I want to know who it is. “Be careful.” He says grabbing my wrist when I get a little dizzy and stumble a bit.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He says pulling me into his side. He opens the door, and we’re both a bit shocked when we find no one standing at the door.

Something hits the porch, and we both look up just in time to see a car ride away from the curb in front of our house. Roman swears, and I realize that there’s a fire on our porch, but I can’t move. I know the face of the guy in the passenger seat of the car.

“Shit.” Roman says when I fall to the ground clutching my head. “Stay right here, I’ll be right back.” He says and then I hear him rushing down the hall.

After what seems like three hours, but is only probably 3 minutes Roman is lifting me up. He’s put the fire out already since it was a small, and I can smell of something burnt is in the air. “Ariel.” Roman says but I don’t answer him. I hear him open and close his door before he lays me on his bed. The mattress sinks as he sits on the bed next to me.

“Ariel, what is it?” He asks rubbing my arm.

My whole body is shaking, and my head is killing me. “Hey, can you get over here?” Roman’s on the phone now. “Something’s happened. Yea… She’s not hurt, but.. Okay.”

“Ariel, talk to me.” Roman says after he’s off of the phone.

I’m crying now, and my sobbing is the only sound in the room. Roman gives up on words and pulls me to him. I clutch onto him and my crying starts to get worse.

I’m not sure how long we stay like that, but that’s how my dad finds us. “Oh baby.” He says immediately coming over to the bed. I look up through blurry eyes at him. He looks at Roman with a look that could kill. “What happened?” He demands. I notice two figures standing in the doorway, but I don’t know who they are.

“We were in the kitchen when the doorbell rung.” Roman starts to explain to my dad as he rubs my arm. “We went to the door, and someone through one of those homemade bomb-like things on the porch, and the next thing I know she’s having a nervous breakdown.” He says and there’s an edge to his tone. “I think it was the people who beat her.”

“Did you get a license plate number, or the make and model of the car?” My dad asks and I can see that his fists are clenched.

“The car was a black impala, I’d say around 2012 or 2013. I didn’t get the plate number.”

My dad nods at the two figures in the doorway, and one of them disappears. My dad looks at me before his face softens a bit. “Baby girl, were those the people who did that to you?” He asks softly.

I nod my head and then I’m crying harder all over again.

“They’re not going to get to you again, I swear it on my own life.” He says placing a hand on my shoulder. “Come here.” He says and I stand up on wobbly legs, and he pulls me to him. I wrap my arms around him. “I promise you no one will ever hurt you again.”

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I’m sitting in the living room with my dad and Roman when Tristian gets home. One second Roman has his arm wrapped around me and then he’s across the room punching Tristian in the face.