Chapter 6 | A Woman
Ross' POV
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She was staring at me as if I wasn't real. As if this was all a dream and soon enough I was going to disappear. And I could just imagine that I was looking at her the same way.
My eyes couldn't move away from hers, even when she pulled off the wig and wrapped a robe around her body.
The room was silent, apart from the music outside sipping in, Laura and and I didn't say a word, as she seemed to be collecting herself.
"Something tells me you're not actually here for a lap dance aren't you?"
I felt chills run down my back at her voice, it's smooth melody making it hard for me to contain my shivers.
"I'm not."
I couldn't tell what she was thinking, her back was to me, and there wasn't much I could tell other than she was tense before she spun around. Familiar big brown orbs stared up into my eyes and I could feel the my strong posture breaking.
"If you're here, after all these years and he isn't....something happened didn't it?"
Why am I surprised, she was a genius, always was. She'd always find a way to pick locks when my mother had locked all the candies away because we'd had too much. She'd skipped a grade in elementary school and was always top of her class, that was before the unfortunate of course.
But Laura was a born genius, what made her grades dropped a bit as she grew older was just because, she didn't care about school, missing classes and not turning in assignment. Typical Rebel.
As if being non responsive gave her the answer to her question her breath hitch "who is it?"
One way or another, you've got To tell her Ross "Nate."
A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she held unto the closest thing for support. My arm.
I instantly felt as if electricity was running through my veins as the palm of her warm hands connected with my bicep.
"H-how?" Tears were already streaming down her face, making the dark makeup around her eyes run down.
"Bone Cancer."
Generally, I wasn't a big talker. But something about being around Laura just made it hard for words to flow. Maybe it was because my brain was buffering with sudden realization that this was actually Laura I was speaking to.
She turned her back to me, silent sins escaping her as her body shuck making her fall on the bed crying.
I decided against telling her not to cry, I mean, how does one even go about comforting someone who hasn't seen the brother in years, just to hair that he died.
I let her empty it all out, we've been in this room for about an hour and a half. Laura stopped crying fifteen minutes ago. Instead she had turned on her back and stared at the ceiling.
"You know what's the worse part?"
I hummed in response telling her to go on.
"I never got to say goodbye.Not when I left nor when he left."
"It sucks."
What else could I say? I had so much question and I myself was also hurting with the lost of my best friend, not to talk about the pent up anger I had towards the woman besides me.
