Complexes (LGBT) (boyxboy)

chapter 41

Chapter 41

I went up the stairs of the third courthouse I had tried this afternoon.

I cursed the late flight I had to take and the lack of information about where I could find Lucas. This had to be the right courthouse.

It was the only one left in this district that I hadn't tried. It'd be a miracle if Lucas was even still here.

Casey couldn't tell me too much about where Lucas was. It wasn't because he didn't want to, but because Lucas didn't tell him a whole lot.

Googling the case is what gave me the most information. This courthouse was my last hope. I felt horrible for missing most of the day and probably the whole trial, but I had to at least be here for Lucas tonight.

I loved him and I wanted to support him through this, no matter what the two of us were going through right now. I was a little nervous though. The whole way here I had these pangs of doubt about whether it was a good idea to come to Florida or not. As much as I wanted to be here for Lucas, I knew he told Casey he didn't want me here. I couldn't help myself though.

I needed to try, and if he doesn't want me here then so be it. I'll leave. I looked at my phone in the blind hope that Lucas would call or text, but he had already ignored every call I made.

I didn't blame him from wanting to shut himself off from everyone.

I couldn't imagine what he was going through. I was walking down the halls of the building, having absolutely no idea where I was going or what I was looking for. I ended up in what looked like a big hall with people looking busy and walking from place to place. I didn't even know if Lucas was still here.

It would be really embarrassing to go back home without even finding him. I felt so out of place here. Everyone was in suits or generally nice clothes, then there was me walking around in jeans and a shirt.

Not to mention I already felt intimidated being somewhere I wasn't familiar with at all.

My dad would probably kill me if he found out I used his emergency credit card for a plane ticket. I was so lost in my thoughts and gazing around the spacious hall that I wasn't watching where I was going. I ran straight into someone.

The man grabbed my shoulders, steadying me, and it took me a moment to realize it was Lucas's dad. "Mr. Ramirez, hi." I greeted him. "Connor? What are you doing here?" He asked. "I came for Lucas." I said a bit nervously. This just got really awkward. "I thought you two broke up." He said. He gave me a weird look as he dropped his hands from my shoulders.

"Uh...we did." I said cautiously, "Um, where's Lucas?" He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He seemed stressed. "Actually, you can help me with that. I can't find him." He said. "What do you mean you can't find him?" I asked quickly. "I mean, after we came out of the courtroom he was a bit emotional and he disappeared on me." He told me. "Well, where have you looked?" I asked. "The bathrooms, this floor, the floor above. I'm just about to go look outside now. Can you stay here for me in case he comes back?" He asked. "Yeah, sure." I nodded.

"Thanks. I'll be back soon." He said, and then he left me there, marching towards the exit. I stayed in my spot, looking around. I was officially worried.

I was glad I turned up now because Lucas clearly wasn't taking this well. I felt so out of the loop. I had no idea what happened in the courtroom. I had no clue why Lucas didn't even tell me about this to begin with. Even when we were together he never said a single thing about this being an ongoing case. I was jittery and nervous.

I just hoped he was okay.

I hated that he bottled things like this up. He was so fragile and no matter how much he put on a strong front, I knew that he wasn't okay. Not really.