In Your Eyes ✧ Timothée Chalamet

31 - say uncle

T I M O T H É E

I'm no longer in the living room.

I moved to the stairs instead and took a seat on the bottom step so I didn't have to stare at George Myers' corpse for any longer than need be.

I'm glad I convinced Ella to go. I'm already trembling at the fact that I have to call the police right now and wait for them to get here and question me on what happened and why I discovered George Myers dead in his own home.

I know they won't blame me for this though. His cause of death is quite obvious. Yet I'm still freaking out as I dial 911 and I'm struggling to press on the green call button. You can do this. I convince myself. Do this for Ella. Do this for Aaron. But I can't.

I just can't.

My hand twitches and I drop my phone and I bury my head in my hands trying to get it together again. I can't lose it right now. My girlfriends father just died. She's going to spiral after this, I know it. I can already see it happening. When I walked in the house, when I saw her there crying on the ground. I knew I'd lost her again. I knew she wasn't going to be happy old Ella anymore.I need to deal with this right now though. But I don't know how the hell to do that.

So I call the one person who would know.

'Hey Timo, are we still on for dinner tomorrow?'

'Mom?' I croak out. I didn't mean to sound so hurt but I couldn't help it. The moment I heard my mothers tender voice my heart twinged with pain.

She sensed something was wrong the moment she heard my voice. 'Timothée what is it? Is everything alright?'

'Mom I need you. I- I need you're help please.'

'Ofcourse my love anything. Just tell me honey I'll help you.'

'It's Ella's-'

'Ella? Is she okay?!'

'Yeah she's fine mom.. she- it's not her.'

'Who is it then?'

'Her dad.' I utter. 'It's George. He- he's dead mom. He's dead and I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do mom.' It feels good to cry. But at the same time it makes me feel so helpless. Just moments ago I was telling Ella I'd take care of everything. But instead of doing that I'm sitting here in this house crying my eyes out not because of George Myers' tragic demise, but because I knew where this was headed.

When Drew killed himself Ella was a wreck. And it wrecked me too. It was hard to see her so broken and tired all the time. I don't know if I'm ready to see her like that again. If I'm even going to be able to put back her broken pieces when I'm just as broken as she is.

The last time something like this happened I was stable. I was capable of being her shoulder to cry on, and her person to lean on but after California. After being apart from her for so long. After losing myself, my true identity and struggling to find myself again. I don't know if I can deal with her hurt on top of mine.

I'm not that strong. No matter how much I want to be.

'It's alright baby just tell me where you are. I'll come.' My mothers voice brings me out of my dark thoughts.

'I'm at the house. George and Jean's house.'

'And Ella? Where is she? Please tell me she's not with you.'

'I made her leave. I told her I'd deal with it but I can't mom I'm sorry.'

'Don't apologize alright? This isn't your fault. We're coming. Me and your dad will be there in five minutes just stay put okay?'