Nuclear Season (Roman Godfrey)

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Denver sat on her lawn with her legs crossed. Her face dry from all of the tears she had cried that day. Roman hadn’t talked to her in two weeks and as she’d seen his car come and go or stared at his front door waiting for just a glance. It never came. Her mother had died from a simple aneurism in her brain while she was sleeping in the middle of the night. Denver didn’t know why it happened or how she could ever deserve to have something so special to her completely ripped away. What bothered her the most is that she had felt her mothers death. The explosion in her brain and the burst of colors along with the scream that followed.

Roman had laid awake that night and when that scream from Denver vibrated in his body, he knew. He knew what had happened. He would have honestly have had Peter die rather than see Denver suffer the loss of someone she loved. He avoided her at all costs. Those doe eyes full of tears always cracked his heart and knowing that it was a pain the would never end just bothered him. When he walked out of his house and saw her sitting smack dab in the middle of her lawn he couldn't bare it. The one person that could hold her and make her feel like everything was going to be alright was now dead. And for some reason he knew, that in Denvers mind, he was the next best thing.

He walked over to her with his hands in his pockets and stood in front of her.”Where have you been?” To his understanding she sounded not only hurt, but angry at him. “I needed you and you think you can walk over and stand in front of me like it’s all okay?” She glared up at him, locking her eyes with his. “You don’t deserve the pride you have.”

“I don’t feel pride.” He grunted back, “I don’t feel anything, the problem is just in my heart.”

“The problem is not your heart.” She stood up and pushed him away from her. “The problem is who you are, so leave me alone.”

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. “No.”

“I want to be alone, I’m used to it-” She was cut off by a pair of plump lips landing straight on her. At first she struggled, but she envied the contact. No One had touched her since her mother's death. Not a hug or word of sympathy just blank gazes landing on the poor little girl that had lost her mother.

He slowly pulled away and hugged her to him as he ran his hands through her hair and put his chin on her head. “I’m sorry.” Something he didn’t say often but something he felt she deserved. But he also said it for the fact that he was about to doe something heknew she did not deserve. “I just can't  be around you. I’m not gonna do this to you anymore.”

He stepped away and pulled his arms to himself. “What do you mean.”

He took a deep breath and looked away as he held his eyes tightly shut. “I don’t wanna see you anymore.” He whispered and licked his lips before looking straight at her as he lied. “It was fun, Denver. While it lasted, but I’m quite bored with all the dying and screaming.” He shrugged for what must've been the 15th time. "Not to mention you are incredibly hard to get in bed. I don't know why I thought I could actually bring the slut out of the prude."

“What is wrong with you?” She squinted at him and he felt like he was going to throw up on her. He was so angry at himself. He killed her mother, that was all his fault. He can’t not save her when she’s dying but if he does then someone she loved dies so he would be causing her constant pain.

“Nothing.” He shook his head putting on his bitch face. “There's something wrong with you and I think you should really get that shit fixed.”

With that he turned around and patted away to his car. “Roman!” Her voice was pained and he could feel her heart clenching in his own as the distance grew. He had to walk quickly to stop himself from having a panic attack in front of her. “Please don’t do this to me! I need you, please!”

He got in his car and quickly drove off. He only got a small way down the street before he found himself having to pull over. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He yelled as he slammed his hands down on the steering wheel and then ran his hand through his hair. He quickly reached over to the glove department and pulled up a tube of white powder and tapped some on his hand before snorting it up. He took a second hint when his mind went back to Denver and the fact that some reason he hadn’t done any drugs since he had begun hanging around with him.

Denver had ran into her house and slammed the door shut with her back as she slid down. She let out an ear piercing scream that was similar to her others, but this time it was just in pain. The people that she felt cared for her, she could count on one hand. Her hand was almost empty.

“Denver!” A pair of strong arms wrapped around her and rocked her while shushing her. “Call down, Denny, calm down baby girl.”

“Daddy, it hurts so bad.” She whispered as she panted for air, her chest felt so tight. “Please don’t leave me. I don’t want you to leave me.”

“Im not going anywhere, Denver Lane, you hear me.” He hugged her tighter. “I love you and its all going to be okay.”

“I love you too.” She whispered before letting go of her father and running upstairs to her room. She slammed the door and dove on her bed, hugging her pillow. She sobbed even harder as the familiar feeling was coming back. Her skin was burning. but it was because of how cold she was getting. Her finger had become so frozen that if she tried to bend them they would break off. This was just another thing to add to her shitty day. Though she was freezing she decided to make her way to that apartment complex she had only been to once to beg for answers. She knew, though Destiny didn’t want to help her, she could at least beg for it herself without Romans protection.