Lucky Me

*XIX*

Chapter Nineteen

Liana and I had coffee. She apologized again, over and over like she has been doing for the past week.

I don't blame her, she doesn't need to apologize. It's just, I couldn't kiss Ezra when I was seeing Emilio standing right there in the dark hallway. It just felt like I was betraying him.

I have dated other guys after Emilio, like Dante, for example, but Ezra is different. I more than like him . . . I don't know if I love him though. It's just if we go there, I don't think I could help myself but fall for the dumbass.

I haven't felt that way since Emilio and it terrifies me. Emilio was sweet and kind and his life didn't include gangs and teenage sociopaths and crazy side chicks. But look what happened to him? He died.

Now, Ezra, his life is full of danger. From gangs to sociopaths to sexual abusers to corrupted fathers. He lives a much more dangerous life than Emilio did and there's a greater chance he might die. Hell, he almost did two weeks ago. I don't think I can put myself through that again.

"So are we good?'' Liana asks when I open up the door.

I nod, "we're good. You can leave now.'' I smiled, trying to show her that I was okay.

Liana shakes her head and walks into the dorm, just to make sure that they aren't any burglars in the dorm.

She then sits down on the couch and turns on the tv. I hang my coat on the hanger and I sit down next to her and I almost fainted.

Enzo's face is on the screen and underneath his face, I see only one word: DEAD.

"Holy shit,'' Liana said. "Isn't that the asshole who broke into you guy's dorm?''

"Yes,'' I gulp. But I don't tell her that maybe the reason he is dead is because of me.

The news reporter is talking and saying a bunch of things about what happened. That they were stab wounds and how this old lady had discovered his body.

I see a couple of guys in the background, arguing. One guy pushes the guy and they are suddenly out of the camera shot. I think they might be Enzo's buddies.

"Hey,'' Liana grabs my hand. "Are you okay? You seem a little flustered.''

I take in a deep breath, "I need to talk to Ezra.''

Liana frowns and she looks back at the tv screen than at me. "Is this about Enzo? Did you guys do something? Holy crap did Ezra kill-"

I slap my hand over her mouth. I don't want her to say the 'K' word around me. Not right now. Not when I've realized that the reason that Enzo is dead is because of me.

"Don't say that, okay? Can we just talk later?''

Liana frowns, "but, Morgan, this is serious. What if there's evidence-"

"That's why I need to talk to Ezra, okay?''

I'm panicking, which is probably something I shouldn't do in a situation like this. How the hell did I get myself stuck in a situation like this?

Heck, I shouldn't even be worried. Ezra should be the one worried. He is the one who stabbed Enzo and if they find the knife . . . if they see Ezra's fingerprints on it. He's screwed. And that's not even the worst part . . . Enzo's buddies will come after him and the people he loves. That means Liana and Collin and maybe even Deb could get hurt. And I would never say this aloud but I'm also worried about Tessa's safety.

Liana squeezes my hand, "I'm sure everything is going to be okay. Just . . . try to move on. If the police try to question you just run things over with Ezra so you guys have the same story. And don't worry, Ezra can take care of himself.''

I try to nod but I just purse my lips. I'm a terrible person, Enzo is dead because of me. Yes, he was a definite asshole and he deserved a whole lot of shit but . . . but he's dead and I had something to do with it. I played my part and I could've prevented this from happening.

Liana hugs me and I can't help but bury my face into her shoulder, "this isn't your fault, Morgan. You didn't kill him and even if you did I'm sure he deserved it.''

I wipe the tears away and shake my head, "yeah, but . . . but it's my fault.''

Liana sighs, "I know there's no way I can convince you but you have to know that this isn't your fault. Talk to Ezra okay and fill me in. I'm here for you if you need to talk,''

I offer her a weak smile, "thanks.''

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When Ezra gets here I usher him towards the living room and tell him everything. I tell him how they found Enzo's body and how they knew he was stabbed and about his buddies. They looked pissed on camera and if they find out who did it, surely Ezra would get hurt.

Ezra sighs and runs his hand through his long hair. I think he cut it a bit but it still long, at least for a guy.

Ezra then takes my hand, "this isn't your fault.''

I roll my eyes, "how can you say that? I should've been more careful I shouldn't have told you-"

He scoffs, "I would've probably found out one way or another.'' he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I'm sorry that my actions have affected you negatively,''

I smile, "Why did you do it? What was the whole point? Aside from getting rid of your enemies.''

Without hesitation, he said, "because I care about you and I hate the fact that he hurt you.''

"I'm . . . flattered?''

He laughs and shakes his head, "I care about you Morgan, that's what I was trying to say.''

I felt like kissing him.

I feel like this is enough posting for one day. Sorry to all the people who added this to their library and are probably triggered at me for blowing up their phone. I hope you guys enjoyed and the next chapter would be what you Mezra's fans have wished for!!!

Mae.