Turn Your Face

(04)

~Just for a couple chapters in the future, this chapter is written in Griffin's POV~ 

So, Riley just punched Bekah, and she punched her back. Should I be worried? I got off the bus right after Bekah did and followed her, even though the house's turn was about 1/2 mile back, she was obviously lost. 

"Bekah!" I yell, watching her stop and take a deep breath before continuing walking. 

"Bekah, come back!" I yelled again, finally getting a reply from her. 

"Leave me alone, Griffin!" She yelped, as she finally stopped. I ran up to catch up with her and we stopped, she just looked at me. 

"Hey, look, I'm sorry." I said, touching her cheek with my hand, she moved her face away. 

"Don't touch me, your slut just hit me. And you think that I'm going to let you live on." She said, turning back to the normal way to the house. I caught up with her and yelled, "Bekah! STOP!" I grasped her wrists and felt little scabs around her wrists. 

She yanked them back, acting as if I didn't know what they were. I knew. 

She found the driveway and walked into the house before, walking upstairs and into the bathroom. I knew that she was washing the blood off her face from her nose which seeped into her mouth. 

I walked into my room and laid on the bed. 

Why would she hurt herself? I understand that living in foster care isn't fun but Jesus, no need to get out of hand. 

I heard her walking towards me, I sat up and watched her sit on the bed. 

"What?" I asked, giving her a pleading look, she held out her phone and I read the message: 

From Rosalie (Mom): Honey, start moving your stuff into Griffin's room. Looks like me and your father are having another child. :D 

I couldn't say anything. I was mad and upset and happy and excited all at the same time. 

"Oh my god, I'm going to be a brother," I finally manage to say, I saw her face and she was in shock that I didn't flip out that I had to share a room with her. 

"Yeah, well, then we should probably get my stuff from my room." She said, standing up and walking into her room. 

Quick Griffin, take all your condoms out from the dresser and shove them under your bed. I shoved the latex things under my bed and moved my dresser out of the way for her bed to fit there, we'd obviously have to take it apart to get it in here. 

I made room in my closet for her things as I saw her bringing some clothes and laying them on my bed. Next, bed parts. 

I put it together and we managed to shove the mattress through the doorway. 

She fell on it after we finished and I heard my parents downstairs. I knew they would freak about her lip. 

"Pretend to be asleep," I whisper to her, which she did. 

I walked downstairs and watched my mother sit down at the table and my father on his knees touchign her belly. 

"Who's idea was it to have another kid at 35?" I asked, not wanting to seem rude but I was anyway. 

"Griffin, you know that we've wanted another kid since Eliz..." my father couldn't finish before I cut him off. 

"Don't talk about her, I don't want to hear about it." I pretty much yelled, but retracted, not wanting to scare Bekah. 

"Griffin, it's been 3 years. You have to get over it and continue living on... I'm not saying in any way to forget her, but you can't keep it from having a new family member," My father wrote books so he used  lot of big words that I didn't understand. 

"I'm going to help Bekah get her stuff in my room." I said, walking upstairs and seeing her sitting at the top of the stairs, listening to our conversation. 

"Griffin, who's Eliz?" I wanted to smile at her cuteness and she didn't know what he name was but I honestly wanted to cry a little bit. 

I felt suddenly sick but I walked to my room with her following me, maybe I should tell her about Elizabeth. Yeah, I definitely should.