Mine | Ethan Dolan (AU)

26| road trip

September 21st,

Luca's pov |

Waking up to Rylie falling onto the ground was something I didn't expect this early in the morning.

A loud groan escaped her lips, following with either Ethan or Grayson who I think caught her from her fall.

"I'm fine!" she said, standing up abruptly as I tried adjusting my eyes to the bright room that took over my vision.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, moving the hair from my face.

"I was just— just trying to use the bathroom. But I didn't know people!— would be on the ground!" she said, holding onto the lip of the dresser for support.

"Sor-rey!" Grayson said while he sat up a bit.

"He still passed out?" I asked, referring to Ethan.

He nodded, looking over his shoulder while I sat up to see Rthan's reddened cheeks pressed together and him supporting his head with a small pillow.

"Should we pour water on him? He seems a bit hot." I slightly chuckled, watching as both Rylie and Grayson shared looks of contemplation.

Without their say, I flipped the covers off my warm body and quickly & quietly made my way down the stairs to grab a cold cup of water from the fridge.

Leaning against the cabinet to get a glass, the stern voice of my father broke my concentration and caused the glass cup to jump from my loose grasp.

The glass slammed against the tile flooring, skidding all over into the corners of the room.

"Luca." he said, still in his pajama bottoms and tee shirt.

I quickly pulled my hand to my chest, trying to catch my breath while I looked over at him.

"We need to talk about last night." he said, opening the pantry door and grabbing the broom from its usual spot.

He started sweeping up the glass, his eyes following the broom with every stroke.

"Was it Joe? Is that what is was last night?" he asked, not making eye contact with me.

"What do you mean, "Was it Joe?""

I knew exactly what he meant.

"You know what I mean Marie. Did he do something? Again?" this time, his dark chocolate eyes and black eyebrows met mine, sending me a mixed look of seriousness and worry.

"I don't know. But she said her mom left her alone with him. Josh wasn't home so she wasn't babysitting. Someone from the bar called and said that she wanted them to call me."

I leaned down to pick up a chunk of glass when he practically hissed at me.

"Usted sabe lo que sucedió la última vez marie." he said sternly, his thick spanish accent pulsing from his lips while he talked.

"I know, and I told her that if it happens again to call you or me, or nine-one-one."

He sighed, picking up the dust pan and sweeping the glass into the garbage can.

"Cuanto bebio ella?" he seemed more worried than mad now, considering the confrontation at hand.

"No tengo idea." I whispered.

"Well give her some tylenol or something, I don't want her puking on my carpet again." he slightly scoffed, scratching at his messy black hair.

"Eye-eye, captain." I said, saluting him with my right hand.