//you and i\\

twenty-five☆

We finally get to a destination and it's a restaurant that's open for 24 hours. "Hello, welcome. Party of two?" I nod and the waiter takes us to a booth. "Name please of you miss?" I hesitate and say my name confusingly. "Rebecca Walker." He smiles. "We actually had a table for you already, it has someone waiting for you, would you and your date like to join them?" I nod. I look back at L as we walk a distance from behind the waiter. He grabs my hand and we interlock fingers, me holding them tightly.

We sit down at the table and the person has a hood on and it reminds me of something.

*flashback*

"Hey! Girl!" I turn around to see a gang of guys huddled around me. "Is there something you want?" One of the boys looks familiar and walks up to me with a pocket knife and puts it against my neck. "I know you've got money, so hand me your wallet before I slit your throat." I breath calmly. "How about you go take you and your friends somewhere else?" I say and roll my eyes. "Or go get a job." One of his friends laugh. "Shut it Z!" "Sorry." "Girl, I don't know where you're from, but I suggest you get your petty ass out of here and go back to Webber where you probably came from." "Used to." He raises an eyebrow. "I got kicked out. Now can you just leave me alone for the night? That would be highly appreciated." I say calmly. He drops the knife from my neck and puts it back in his pocket and walks away.

*end of flashback*

Come to think of it, L has changed so much ever since I've met him. "We'll be having another man join us in a moment. And you are?" The hooded man asks looking upon L.

"None of your buisness." L says mumbling under his breath. We sit down together and I hold his hand tighter under the table. He puts his elbow on the table and started to do sign language.

'It's going to be okay. If anything happens I'm here.'

"You don't need to bother doing sign language. I know what you're saying." The hooded man says. "Who are you?" I ask. "I'll take it off when he gets here."

"Who's he?" The hooded man looks over. "He's right there actually." L and I look over to the nightmare I wish I'd never have to see again. I blink think it wasn't real but it was. It was my dad.

I take deep breaths in and start to cry. "Look here dipshit, this isn't funny." The hooded man takes off his hood. "Does it look like were playing games?" I feel on my shoulders the uncomfortable big hands of my father and he leans down and whispers in my ear, "daddy always finds a way back to you. Always." I tremble and cry in fear not being able to keep myself together. L stands up. "So you're the one taking care of her. And also the one the shoved a bat across my head." I quiver as he slaps L across the face, but surprisingly shows no emotion.

"Must be in a gang. Justin, do you reconize this kid from anywhere?" The kid stares L up and down. "Eastside Jaguars probably. He looks high class so maybe hes an elite or something."

"Does it really matter who we work for?" My dad sits down on the other side of the table and raises an eyebrow. "Who is we?" He asks. He'd points his fingers at us and L nods.

After a while of sitting there in silence L finally stands up. "I think it's time for us to go." I nod getting up and walking towards L. "Didn't you get the idea? You're coming home with me. I need to be taken care of. Don't you understand? I'm more important than some gang member. And you'll regret it if you don't come with me."

I gulp and finally realize I need to stand for myself. "You know what? You're not important to me. You haven't been for the past few years ever since you started abusing me worse each and every year. And you know what? You're a real bitch. You know that? You were an asshole of a father who was a selfish, disgusting, hypocrite who all he does is drink." He takes his hand and slaps me across the face. He starts trying to hit and punch me but L pushes me aside and starts fighting my dad. "Call Z for backup." I nod and take his phone if the table and run outside to tell Z the news.

"L why are you calling so late at night?" I hesitate and respond quickly. "It's Becca. L needs help can I text you the address?" "Yeah of course"

I text him the address and out his phone away and look up to see a circle of guys circled around me. The man that was in the hood in the diner with us comes up to me and holds a knife close to my neck. I whimper and knee him where it hurts. He falls to the ground and I quickly pick up his knife.  I hold it out so no one else can hurt me. I hear crashes and bags from the diner and I run in. I see L on the floor with a black eye and bruises everywhere and blood dripping.

I push everyone out of the way and pick L's head up. He slowly picks himself up and walks out. My dad, lay on the floor, probably with a busted or broken nose. "L, I'll drive. Or we can wait until Z comes." He nods and about 10 minutes later, Z arrives in a tiny sedan. I put L in and hop in the drivers seat so Z can drive the motorcycle back.

We reach the hotel and I carry L to the elevator to go to my room. "I've got him from here." Z says trying to take him. "Let me do it. Please." He nods and he helps me take L to my room.

I lock the door as Z leaves and rest L on the couch as I get wipes to clean his face and things to clean up his wounds. I sit down on the couch and lay his head in my lap as a pillow, letting him rest. I don't care that we have school in a few hours. I don't know why but I just have this sort of of feeling that L is more important to me than anything else in the world.