A Love To Fight For (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 16

~Rowan~

My mom was working a night shift again and I knew she would be off in just a few hours from now, but I couldn't sleep.

I had so many questions that I needed answers too.

My heart swelled when I found out that he went to the hospital, but my mom told me he didn't. Why would she lie?

Come to think about it, I know nothing of that night.

We don't know who hit me with their car but, I now had a clue.

Maybe whoever hit me with their car was somewhat tied to King?  But that doesn't explain why I was the one hit.

Maybe there was more to the story.

I raised up from my bed and pull the covers away, stepping onto the cool floor.

I walked to the bathroom and relieved myself. Washing my hands I couldn't help but look up at myself in the mirror.

I had bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep, but I couldn't sleep. My mind wouldn't allow me too, every time I drift into sleep, my mind would think of a brand new question.

My stomach started growling, letting me know that I was hungry, I didn't eat much last night in the first place.

I went into the hall way and started going downstairs but coincidentally, Kings room door was cracked and begging me to enter.

So I did.

It was the same as before he left, this clothes still lay in the closet, his bed was undone, and a pair of running shoes scattered across the floor as if he just threw them off.

So I did the only thing I could think of at the moment.

I cleaned up, I placed his shoes neatly in his closet and began to make his bed.

I don't know why we didn't just get rid of his stuff, maybe we were both hopeful he'd come back.

I couldn't help but sniff his pillow,  and for some reason it made me feel calmer. As if all the worries I had didn't matter.

Why the hell haven't I been coming in here sooner? Probably because I've been ignoring everything that had to do with him like the plague. But then I soon felt disgusted with myself. How pathetic must one be to smell someone's pillow?

I stepped back, putting the pillow back in place and turned to leave the room.

Well, before I tripped in the process, landing on my ass.

"What the-" I turned and looked at what had tripped me.

It was a black strap, leading to a blue duffel bag sitting under Kings bed.

In any other situation I would never snoop through anyone's stuff but I needed answers.

I grabbed the strap and pulled the duffel bag out.

The bag was heavy and very bulky. I unzipped the zipper and I gasped.

I reached in and grabbed a hand full of money, all 100's.

They were all in bands, large bundles that made me wonder.

How much was this?

I began digging deeper in the bag and came across a picture. It was fairly old, as if with a tiny bit of tension it'll be ready to fall apart.

In the picture was a small boy, by the looks of it three years old. He was smiling wide holding a toy truck in his arms, in the picture was a man and woman that looks just like him.

I went even deeper and found a pair of pants and shirt made for a child.

The shirt was a stripped red and white and the pants were a regular pair of blue jean shorts. Same clothes as the boy in the picture. It doesn't take a genius to know who these people were.

This is King's family.

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After my discoveries I neatly tucked them in my room and placed

Them under my bed.

My mom was due home any minute now and after a well needed nap I was ready for whatever she had to say.

Suddenly I heard a car door shut. I opened the door for her and in came a very tired mom.

Her hair was neatly pressed, coming off her shoulder in layers, her makeup was flawless, but did nothing to hide her bags resting underneath her eyes.

She got into the living room and kicked her heels off. She plopped down on the couch, and let out a sigh of relief when she began to rub her feet.

"Good morning baby" she says with a yawn, pulling down onto the couch just to kiss my cheek.

I couldn't help but smile back. "Morning mom."

"Why are you up so early?" She asked. She brushed my hair out of my face and gave me a loving smile.

I began to feel bad. Here she is taking extra shift for me just so she could send me to college. And here I was , going to interrogate her about something that happened months ago. About some guy who probably doesn't think of me as much as I think of him.

Maybe I should just stop now. I should just move on with my life, I'll leave for college in the fall and I'm already accepted in the school I want.

UCLA, not to far from home but it's a start. By next year I'll have a brand new life with different people.

I looked back at my mom."You work to hard mom, how about I find a job so that I can at least help a little." I knew she wasn't going to agree but it was too late I already had my mind set on it.

"No just go to school and graduate. You should be out and having fun, not stressing as much as you do. This your last year of highschool, fill it with good memories."She says getting up and going to her room.

I just sat and stared at the spot she had just left. I began to feel free, oddly enough. It was as she had read my mind and gave me the permission to stop worrying.

I checked the clock, it was still early, I didn't have school for another hour. So I did the only thing I could do, I slept.

And slept , and slept, and slept. By the time I had waken up it was just about lunch time. Which meant I had missed four classes of school. Which also meant that I was not planning on going.

I let out a large yawn as I sat up and grabbed my phone.

To my alarm, I had several missed calls and a few text.

'We need to talk, call me back!' Then had a signature  labeled Bentley.

Why would he call me? The last time I saw him was when he was jacked for his car.

But by this time , he was probably still at school and lunch was halfway over so I need not bother him.

I knew what ever it was was urgent but for right now all I wanted to do was lie down and watch spongebob repeats all day.