You're Not in this Alone *The final book in the We'll Carry on Series*

Like a bullet

Mikey’s Point of View;

I knocked lightly on Stormy’s –it used to be the guest room, but her and Beezle have been staying with me and Alicia- door, a cup of coffee in hand. Alicia and Lindsey had taken Bandit out, so I thought Stormy and I could have some quality brother-sister time together. She needed her family and unlike my idiotic brother, I wasn’t going to abandon her. I was staying right by her side and so were Alicia, Lindsey, Audrey, Frank, and Jamia. Ray and Christa decided to stay to themselves during the drama, and who could really blame them? They called every single day though.

“Stormy, can I come in? I have coffee.” I said through the door, hoping she would answer it. She had been so depressed since the incident with Gerard leaving her 2 months ago. He hadn’t even called.

“It’s unlocked.” She croaked, sounded stuffed up in her nose. She had been crying again.

I turned the door knob and poked my head in first, smiling at her. She was still beautiful. Her black hair had gotten longer and was to the middle of her back now, she was skinny, but healthy-as healthy as she could be- and her cheeks still had that flustered red tint to them. She was tall, at least 5’6 and her personality never once faltered. She was still the sassy, loving, compassionate person we all fell in love with. Now though, her eyes were red and puffy, her black hair was a mess and in a bun, she wore her glasses, and she wore the same misfit pants and sweater she had been in yesterday. Her nose was red and runny and she hadn’t even tried hiding her tears this time.

When Bandit was around, Stormy would stay strong and keep a smile plastered on her face for her daughter’s sake. We all helped as much as we could with Bandit, but it never stopped her from asking about Gerard. After a while she stopped asking as much, probably noticing the pain in her mom’s eyes. He hadn’t even bothered to check on either of them, his daughter nor his dying wife.

“Hey, Mikes. That coffee for me?” She asked, forcing a smile. I laughed breathily.

“Yeah, just how you like it, black with three sugars.” I sat next to her on the bed and handed her the mug filled with heavenly black liquid.

“Oh god, you are my favorite person ever right now, thank you.” She leaned head on my shoulder and I rested my head on top of hers, wrapping an arm around her.

We stayed like that for a while. Silence filled the bedroom with the only sound being the faint slurp of her coffee being drank. She was so quiet, it was unsettling. She deserved happiness, even if that happiness wasn’t with my brother. I knew that no matter what happened, she would stay in our lives. She wasn’t the type of person to just disappear without as much as a goodbye. On top of that, she had Bandit, who needed her father as much as she hated to admit that. With how sick Stormy was, she couldn’t take care of Bee on her own. That alone slowly destroyed her.

She finished her coffee and sat the mug down on the bedside table, without breaking contact. She was a mess and I knew exactly what she needed. A personal pamper day, and that’s exactly what she was going to get. What better way to start a pamper day than food?

“Get dressed, do your hair while you still have it, and wash your face. We’re going out to eat. I’m going to pamper you today. You deserve it, let’s de-stress you.” I smiled, placing my hands on her shoulders. Her face lit up as she pulled me into her for one of her famous hugs.