Turn Your Face

(06)

I opened my eyes and saw a shirtless Griffin, sitting up on the bed and leaning over it, holding his stomach in pain. 

I stand up from my bed and slung the covers away from me. I walk over to him and whisper, "Griffin! Are you OK?!" He just coughs and doesn't answer me. 

He's grasped his stomach and coughs up blood. 

"Griffin! We've got to take you to the hospital." I grasp his arm but he doesn't move. He doesn't take a step or moves any part of his body and I want him too. 

"Get off me Bekah.. Leave, I'm fine." He whispered, through his bloody mouth. 

"Griffin, stoppit! You're going to the hospital." I used all my strength to pry him off the bed but he didn't move. 

He grasped a hold of me and slammed me onto his bed. 

"I'm not going to the fucking hospital." He sounded afraid and I could see little parts of tears in his eyes, besides the fact that they were bloodshot. 

"Griffin, you're scaring me. We've got to take you somewhere." I whispered, touching his bright red cheek. 

He fell onto me and said, "Just lay with me," his voice shook as he was crying. I held onto him, feeling his breath on my neck. 

 "Griffin, I.." 

"Shh, just lay with me. Go back to sleep Bekah. I'm here," He whispered, his grip on my hips becoming tighter as he spoke. I decided to just to talk to him about it tomorrow. 

I slowly drifted to sleep. 

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I opened my eyes and felt Griffin laying on top of me, he was warm while I was burning up inside. 

I looked at the clock on the wall, 7:35am. 

"Griffin, c'mon we're going to be late to school," I whispered, attempting to wake him up but all I got was a groan, so I went downstairs where Rosalie and Allen sat at the table, looking at paperwork. 

"What's that guys?" I asked ,getting a water bottle from the fridge and taking a sip. 

"Some stuff about...something," She sounded a little nervous but I saw sadness in her eyes, not wanting to ask much, I changed the subject. 

"Ok, well.. Can me and Griffin stay home today? We're not feeling too good this morning," I stated, not really wanting to bring up the fact that I thought Griffin was dying at 3 am this morning. 

"Sure honey, that's fine just make sure that you find a way to make up your work for school." Rosalie said, while holding her head in her palms. 

I walked back upstairs and saw Griffin laying in his bed, I decided to lay next to him and read Elizabeth's notebook. 

He may not be able to hear it, but we will always hope. 

I grabbed the book and begin reading it: 

2:34 AM 9-13-2014 

It's getting harder now. Me and Joe have been going out but I just found out that I have a problem with my bones, said they could break like peanut brittle. I'm a little afraid but, like every little baby bird, I'll learn to fly. 

Those words run through my head again, 'I'm a little afraid but, like every baby bird, I'll learn to fly." 

I see Griffin's eyes open and close again but then stay open. I laid the notebook down on the ground and stare longingly at him. 

"Stop staring, it's not polite." He stated as if he were my mother. 

"Griffin, don't say shit about not being polite. You wouldn't let me do anything last night to help you." 

"I didn't want anyone's fucking help. I wanted to do something and I couldn't. I didn't need your help. I do't need anyone's help." 

I wanted to swing myself at him and expect him to catch me before I choked him to death, "Just because you don't want it, doesn't mean it's not there." I got up and threw Elizabeth's notebook onto his bed and ran into the bathroom with tears. 

I wiped them away and washed my face before just standing there in silence. Before hearing, "Bekah. C'mon open the door." I wanted to reject but I opened it. 

He stepped inside and shut the door, before grabbing my hips and pushing me against the sink. 

"Look, no one can find out about last night, I just didn't feel good. I'm OK. I just don't want anything to happen to you." The last part made no sense with what happened last night. 

"Me? You're worried about me?" I asked, not really knowing the feeling of someone caring about me. 

"If something happens to me, you'd be hurt wouldn't you?" Of course I would feel that way but should I tell him. 

"Of course I would be hurt, that's why I wanted to take you to the hospital to get looked out so nothing would happen to you." 

"Dammit, it always leads back to the hospital. Fuck Bekah. I don't want to go," He said, gripping me tighter. 

I whimpered in pain but he didn't let go, "Stop Griffin. You're not OK." I whispered. 

I heard someone knock on the door, "Baby, I heard you are sick and I wanted to check up on you." 

Riley. Definitely Riley.