The Hart Game

Chapter Twenty-Nine

LUKE

Right, left, right, right, left.

I repeat my actions again and again in my head as I hit the punching bag that is hanging in the corner of our garage. The need to punch things has been unbearable. I could be sitting with Frost and Shrimp, and I'd have to excuse myself to find something really hard to hit. It's a good thing some of the walls at school are brick, other wise I would be paying for a hole in the wall. But that doesn't help the fact that my knuckles have been all the shades of colors all week.

It's been a week since Cassie took me to the Waterfalls. A week since I finally told someone the reason Kyle was in that car with me. A week since I started to try and not blame myself for Kyle's death.

Tomorrow, Cameron gets out of the hospital. He's going to be living with us. Mom and Dad filled out all the paperwork to become foster parents so Cameron can stay with us. He would be staying with us anyways, but this way, they can't take him away. I still get my best friend.

That day when I went back into his room, we remained silent for a while, until he made a joke about me looking worse than him.

"You look like shit." I turn my head towards him, frowning. "You look worse than I do."

I rolled my eyes.

"I think our roles switched somehow. I think you're the one that supposed to be in this bed."

"That's not funny." I try to say firmly and seriously.

"It's a little funny." He scrunches his face. I couldn't keep it in anymore, I start laughing. I don't know what was going on but I couldn't stop laughing. Like I was possessed.

Until my laughter turned into sobs. I don't know what was going on, but that was uncontrollable too. Maybe it was the fact that all of this really was my fault. Maybe it was the fact that I'm finally letting myself feel the fear and the panic that I had almost lost someone else close to me. Or maybe it was because I was relieved that I had finally told someone about my blame for the crash. I don't know what it was.

Cameron allowed me to sit there and cry. With a final breath out, I finally got the courage to look up. Cameron was looking at me with a concern written on his face. I guess our roles really did switch.

"Do I really look like shit?" I finally say after a while. He doesn't answer me, but instead tries to scoots over on the small hospital bed and pats the spot next to him. I get up and slowly make my way to his bedside. I get on the bed and just sit there. The bed is so small that we are shoulder to shoulder.

"You look like someone crapped all over you and that crap took more crap on you." he mumbles out.

"Gee thanks." I say rolling my eyes which causes him to to chuckle. At that time Shrimp decides to make his appearance.

"You guys are having a cuddling session without me?" He says, stopping short almost right in front of us. "Rude."

He walks the rest of the way and decides to jump on top of me being careful to no try and put any pressure on Cameron.

"Shrimp!"

Right, right, left, left, right.

That was the first time in weeks I felt like everything was going to be okay.

Right, left, left, right.

The beat of I Don't Wanna Live Forever by ZAYN & Taylor Swift is pounding with the rhythm of the punches I throw. I could feel the bass vibrating through the floor of the garage. Punch after punch and I'm still not feeling any better.