~Can You Fix The Broken~ [Monty De La Cruz]

.Chapter 13

I stared at Tony with a gaping mouth, not sure whether to believe him or not. I was never allowed to know who my dad was: the social services hid his name from me, and I hadn't seen him since he'd been put in prison. So how the fuck did Tony find out?
"I don't believe you..." I managed to say, but a part of me knew it was a possibility — Tony's sudden personality change was honest and truthful: he wasn't lying to me.
He glanced over at Monty, who was just as confused as I was, and had stopped eating his burger. Tony was struggling for words, unsure of how to tell me, but I just needed a name.
"Seth Massey." He finally said, and Monty's reaction was worse than my own, mainly because I wasn't sure on who he really was.
"Who?" I asked, and there was look exchanged between Tony and Monty.
"Umm," Monty began, rubbing the back of him neck, "You've heard of Meth Seth... right?"
I nodded, "Yeah, but what's that got anything to do with-"
And then it hit me.
Was he serious? Meth Seth was Justin's ex-step-father, and had gotten out of prison only recently. It had been unknown on why he'd come here, and I'd heard only bad things about him from Justin. I didn't want it to be true, and as much as I didn't want to believe it, the surname 'Massey' sounded somewhat familiar.
I could feel myself becoming dizzy and faint, and my mind was fogged and unable to think straight.
"Sades, you okay?" Tony asked me, standing up from his chair and going to get me some water.
I felt Monty's hand take hold of mine, "You've gone really pale. Do you want to lie here?"
I shook my head despite how ill I suddenly felt, but I appreciated his offer. It as just a shock, finding out the name of my father who'd been missing from my life since before the day I was born was something I needed time to comprehend. Tony passed me the water, and I shakily drank from the glass before handing it back to him: I would've dropped it if I'd held it any longer.
"I'm good." I told them, "It's just a lot to take in."
Tony pulled the stool closer to me, just incase. They let me think in silence for a bit, and after I eventually came around, they waited for me to talk before even thinking about asking how I was.
"How do you know?" I asked Tony, looking him in the eye, my throat feeling hoarse and sore from holding back my tears.
He cleared his throat, "When I went over to Clay's to fix his car, I passed Justin in the park talking to someone. He was shouting at him, and this other man had a gun in his trousers. I went down to see what was up, and I overheard Seth say something about a lost daughter." He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose, "He said how his "lost daughter' wasn't as pathetic as he was, and when Justin asked who this daughter was, he said her name was Selena I Sadie or something, and that he knew her last name was Celeste."
I couldn't believe what my ears wear hearing. It must've been my father — it just seemed to make some sort of sense. I needed air; I felt as if I couldn't breathe. With shaky legs and hands, I climbed out of my chair towards the door and opened it, standing half in half out as I stared into the twilight sky, knowing I needed to get home soon, but not in this state.
"Sadie?" Monty asked, his voice delicate and sensitive, "You okay?"
I turned around the face them, the cold air biting at my bare skin, "I don't really know." My eyes locked with Monty, and he knew I was thinking back to what I'd told him last night, about how I'd never known my dad, "I feel a bit weird. I- I can't really put it into words."
Monty stood up and made his way over to me, his arms open a little to suggest a hug, which I spend no time delaying it. His arms surrounded me, pulling me into a warm embrace and held me to his chest, my head in the crook of his neck as I breathed heavily. Tony stayed sat on his stool, letting us have a moment to ourselves.
"I'm here for you Sadie." He whispered, stoking my hair as he rocked us soothingly.
I didn't answer, but just let him hold me. A part of me wanted to see Seth, but another part of me didn't want to ever see him in my life. My head was a scrambled mess, and my thoughts were scattered on the floor like an emptied trash can.

Once I'd become mentally stable again, I left on my bike like I had the night before. Monty had promised to turn up to school tomorrow, which was a change in our new routine which was becoming too regular for me. I'd said I would stay on FaceTime to him until I fell asleep, just so he knew I wasn't doing anything stupid, and Tony had bought a blow-up bed so he could stay in the same room as Monty at all times, just to keep an eye on him. Tony had even promised to buy Month a PS4 if he actually tried to get his grades up for school.
As soon as I got in, I changed and climbed into bed, the comfort of my duvets instantly making me sleepy, but I'd said I would call Monty until I'd gone to sleep, so I did. It didn't even have chance to ring before he picked up, and he too looked as shattered as I did.
"Hey, you tired?" I joked, laying sidewards in my bed with my phone in front of me, the glaring screen almost blinding me in contrast of the now pitch-black room.
"Yeah," He then turned the phone to show me Tony, who was snorting loudly as he lay on the blow-up, a thin blanket the only thing over him, "So was Tony."
The phone then turned to show me his face again, and he smiled at me with that cocky smirk I hadn't seen in what felt like forever. It reminded me of the first time I'd seen him, walking through the empty halls of Liberty High, him having to tell me I was heading the wrong way twice.
"How you holding up?" He then asked me, which I was expecting.
I bit my lip, "A little better, I think." I smiled at him, "Your sweet to ask."
He chuckled huskily, "I try sometimes."
"Sometimes." I giggled before yawning loudly.
"You can go to sleep if you want," He offered, "I'm tired too."
"Only if you don't mind." I responded, feeling my eyelids wanting to close.
He grinned, shaking his head a little, "Nah, not at all."
I put my phone on charge and propped it so it was facing me, and Monty did the same. It felt unusual knowing he was watching as I went to sleep, but seeing that he too was doing the same as me, I felt more at ease. I let my eyes close, and they didn't open again until morning,

When I woke, I was surprised to see my phone still on call since neither Monty or I had ended it. It'd been on for so long I felt weird ending the call now, and I wanted him to wake up to seeing that I hadn't ended it. I slipped out of bed and prepared myself for school, thankful that it was Friday. I changed into something I thought Monty would like, and when I went to collect my phone. Seeing that Monty was stirring, I decided to help him wake up a little, and no, I did not start singing 'Rise and Shine' at him.
"Hey sleepyhead," I chuckled, his eyes slowly opening, "You still look tired."
He yawned loudly, and I could hear Tony shouting for him to get his ass out of bed in the background. When he saw that the phone was still on FaceTime, he grinned the widest smile that I'd ever seen, and he covered his face with the cushion he'd used as a pillow.
"You've not ended the call yet?" He asked me, picking up the phone and holding it over his head.
"Of course not, but I might need to now though." I showed a sympathetic smile, "I don't Marie asking questions."
He understood, "Of course, I'll see you at school, yeah?"
"Definitely. Later, Monty." I said to him, smirking confidently at him before ending the call, and there was an odd loneliness when the FaceTime screen disappeared.

His face was the first I saw at school, and this time, he wasn't getting himself in an unnecessary fight or argument like he usually seemed to do. Tony wasn't at school today, and I'd heard from Monty that he was having a day with Caleb. I didn't blame him, he'd hardly seen anything of him recently: he'd spent all his time babysitting Monty.
"I'm not going be that same person you've seen the past few days, you know that right?" He warned before stepping into the school, and I was aware of this.
"Yeah," I replied, sighing heavily, knowing he'd be acting like the asshole people knew his as, "Just don't get into a fight. Please."
"Fine. I'll try." He responded, but he was then distracted by the shouts of Bryce and his pals, "Brace yourself, they're heading this way."
   I groaned loudly, and I felt Bryce's hand on my shoulder, applying more pressure than I'd found acceptable. I shot a glance over at Monty, which he caught.
"Hey new girl," he said to me, removing his hand and sliding it around my waist, and I felt instantly uncomfortable at his touch, "I feel like I haven't seen much of you."
   And I knew exactly what he meant by that. That dirty son-of-a-bitch was asking for a slap, but I composed myself for now, secretly hoping Monty would stick up for me before I would have to do it myself.
"No, and you never will." I hissed, trying to leave, but Bryce's hand tugged at my top and stopped me from going in the most subtly and snaky way.
   I could then feel his hand lowering, and before I had chance to move his hand, he'd grabbed my ass, and I froze. Oh hell no. I spun around on my heel and brought my hand up to his face, forcefully slapping him around the face, leaving a bright red mark on his cheek to match the loud sound it'd made. Monty was obviously oblivious on Bryce's secret assault, but after seeing my outburst, he knew he'd done something bad.
"What the fuck, man?" Monty shouted, pushing his chest, causing Bryce to tumble back into Scotty and a few others on the team.
I grabbed Monty's shoulder, trying to pull him away, "Leave it, Monty. It's not worth it."
He looked down at me, "He fucking touched you, didn't he?"
   I couldn't answer, and I saw his jaw clenched tightly as he hands balled into fists, his knuckles turning white.
"Aww, you jealous Monty?" Bryce cooed, laughing cockily, squaring up.
   I continued to pull at Monty's jacket; I didn't want to see another fight. He lied back down at me, and he saw the desperation in my eyes. Bryce continued to make comments to try and piss Monty off, so it left him battling between my puppy-eyes and knocking Bryce out there and then.
"I need you here, Monty." I whispered, hoping it was enough to make him stay.
"But he fucking touched you, Sadie." He snapped back, "He can't get away with that."
"He won't," I told him, letting my grip on his jacket go, "Come on, let's skip for a few periods."
"Fine." He looked back at Bryce, staring daggers at him before heading away, me following behind, showing my middle finger to the group of cocky jocks.

And here's the fourth chapter in a day. Wow, I've never posted so much, and my thumbs are genuinely feeling achy now.
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       ~ Gracie xx