Under pressure

27: I did everything (Part 3)

Betty's POV     

I sigh. I should prrobably go downstairs to everyone else. It's 11PM.

"Juggie," I say and look up at him from his chest.

He looks down at me with a little smile, his fingers still stroking my wet hair softly.

"Do I have to go downstairs?" I ask.

"No," he says, "You don't have to, but you should probably talk to your brothers."

I nod a little and sit up on the bed. "Can you go and open all the boxes they brought today?" I ask.

He smiles and nods. He kisses my cheek and I peck his lips. He kisses my hair after that and we both get up and go oiut of the room slowly.

I peek into Chic's room, but here are only Sweets and Jason. And these two are lying on their beds with their headphones on.

I go into Jordan's room. My brothers are both on his bed, not talking but at least together. I slowly walk inside and they both look at me and smile sadly.

I walk to the bed and get on it and climb in the middle of them, 'cause there's a space and I know they've been waiting for me.

I turn around to lie on my back and I put my head on Chic's chest. He starts sttoking my hair.

"You okay?" Jordan asks me.

I wanna nod, but I shake my head instead, "Are you?" I ask quietly. They shrug.

They look at me and sigh. Jordan puts his hands on my shoulders.

"A little tip, if you tell people you're fine, they're never gonna believe you if you're holding your shoulders up to protect your face," he says.

I sigh. I didn't notice I was still doing it. "I can't help it," I say. He kisses my forehead.

"What are we gonna do?" I ask quietly, "Where are we gonna live?"

They sigh in unison and look at each other. "I'm 18 in a month," Jordan says.

"Yeah, but... What about FP? I'm sure he wants to live with us," Chic says.

"The doctor asked if they were married. I said no and she seemed dissapointed," I say.

"Well maybe we should go and ask hin then. He has to know something," Jor says.

"I can't look at him," I say quietly.

"Why not?" Chic asks.

"It's my fault. And if someone would kill Jug, I'd kill them or at least never talk to them," I say.

"It wasn't even your fault. Hal was the one who shot her," Jordan says.

"Wow, you've on first name basis now?" I ask, making them smirk.

"He is not my father," Jor says.

"Agreed," Chic says.

"He was never mine, so..." I say.

They sigh and Jordan gets up. "Come on. Let's go," he says.

Me and Charles just look at him, my head on his chest. Jordan takes my hands and pulls me up from the bed. Chic sighs and does it himself.

"We don't have to," he whispers to me.

I sigh and nod. We both follow Jordan. We get downstairs really slowly and when he enters the living room, Chic grabs my hand and we turn around and already wanna take a step when I feel someone holding on from the back of my shirt.