Fearless - A Linhella Story [UNFINISHED]

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A/N: Hi everyone! enjoy chapter 7 of Fearless.

sorry, it's been a while. i've been busy with school and other stuff, but i'm hoping to update more!

i'm gonna do whoever's pov i want, but most of the time i won't switch mid-chapter unless i really feel it's necessary. so expect loads of different characters narration!

okay with that enjoy reading! xx
(chapter word count: 1321)

Sophie Foster
Sophie heard the door slam shut downstairs, and Keefe jumped.

"Is that?" she asked, and Keefe nodded.

"My mom."

"Do you want me to come with you, or what?" Keefe shook his head, taking a deep breath as he bit his lower lip.

"I need to go alone. But will you stay up here? I have a feeling it's not going to end the way I want it to." Sophie nodded, reaching out to squeeze his hand in reassurance. 

"Good luck. No matter what, just know you have some people in your life who still love you." Keefe smirked.

"I know Foster. I know." Sophie smiled as he hopped off the bed and left his bedroom, heading down the stairs. 

Sophie crossed her legs and sat with her back against the wall on his bed, thinking about what she'd just found out. It was quite a bit to process.

She couldn't believe that Keefe was bisexual. And had never told her.
The fact that they'd dated for more than a year and he'd never told her. It hurt a little. 

Not because he was gay.
God no, not because he was gay.
But because he didn't trust her enough to tell her.

So she wanted to support him in any way possible, and when he asked her to stay, she agreed to. 

And that's when the yelling started.

"WHAT THE F*CK!" She heard Keefe's mom yell from down the stairs.

"Mom, please calm down!" Keefe's voice, definitely loud, but nowhere near as loud as his mom's. 

"Keefe, I won't have my son dating a boy and ruining the Sencen name!" 

"The Sencen name isn't yours, mom! It's dad's, but he left us when I was two because of you! So anything I do is tarnishing a name that doesn't f*cking matter. I'm going to my room now." Sophie could hear the venom in Keefe's voice as he snapped at his mom.

"Good. And stay there while you're at it!" 

Sophie felt herself ache for Keefe as she heard harsh footsteps up the stairs and the door slammed open.

"Are you-"

"Don't," he cut her off, "Don't ask me that f*cking question because I don't think I can f*cking handle it."

"How bad was it?" Keefe sighed and sat down hard on the bed.

"Bad. She thinks I'm ruining our reputation as 'Sencens' but that died years ago when my dad left cause mom cheated." Sophie bit her bottom lip. She wanted to say sorry, but she didn't. Instead, she just sat silently, waiting for Keefe to make the first move for what he was comfortable with.

So she was surprised when Keefe wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tightly, his face pressing into her neck.

She hugged him back tightly, and when he pulled away she saw his eyes were glistening with unshed tears. One slipped over, tracking down his tan skin, and Sophie brushed it away with her thumb.

"You still have people who love you. Remember that, okay?" Keefe nodded, sniffling.

"Okay."

It was currently one in the morning and they were doing what they used to do all the time when they were dating. Keefe had this huge window in his bedroom, and when the curtains were pulled back you could see the stars in the sky. So they used to stay up all night and watch the sky and just talk. Talk about everything and anything. They would always lay with Keefe's head on his pillows, Sophie's head on his chest, and stay like that the entire night.

Sometimes Sophie would hear a door open from downstairs and she knew it was Keefe's mom stumbling in from whatever the hell she did on her nights out. Sometimes she didn't. Either way, she ignored it, and focused on them.

"You still awake?" Keefe asked, and Sophie nodded her head against his chest.

"Yeah. How're you doing?" It was a question she'd been avoiding all night. Keefe sighed heavily and shifted lightly under her, causing Sophie to sit up. He sat up after, and she met his pale blue eyes which looked silver under the moonlight. "Keefe, you alright?" He shook his head so small it was barely visible.

"It's set in, Sophie. My mom hates me," His voice started catching and he cleared his throat, sniffling as he continued, "and she doesn't love me. She was never the best mom, but she always said she loved me and tried her best to be present the way she knew how. Now I'm just the gay disappointment." Tears streamed down Keefe's face, and Sophie's heart shattered watching him cry.

She didn't know what to say, so she just hugged him instead. Sophie scooted forward so that she was on Keefe's left, her body right in front of his, and she leaned to the side slightly to hug him. Her arms wrapped around his stomach as he grabbed the back of her shirt, sobbing into her shoulder.

Sophie felt tears of her own form as she pressed her face into Keefe's neck, rubbing circles on his back as she let him do whatever he needed.

She had a feeling she was going to be doing a lot of that. Letting Keefe determine what he needed, and giving it to him however she could.

So Sophie let Keefe pull away first, and he wiped at his eyes as Sophie quietly brushed the few tears from her cheeks.

"Sorry, I don't know where that came from," Keefe mumbled sheepishly, and Sophie's heart broke.

"Don't be sorry, okay? You have every right to feel emotions. I'm gonna go downstairs and get you some water, alright?" Keefe nodded, giving Sophie one last quick hug.

"Alright." Sophie smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, which was still kind of wet with tears, and Sophie crept through the silent house.

Sophie wove her way through two flights of stairs, the main foyer, down a hall, and a dining room before reaching the kitchen. She got into the cupboard and pulled out a cup that looked like glass but was actually plastic before filling it up with water from the fridge. Sophie crept her way back using the path she'd taken, going slower, wanting to be careful as to not spill the water.

When Sophie got back up to Keefe's bedroom and pushed the door open, she saw Keefe had laid down again. His room was an interesting layout, where when you first walked in it was a black desk with a bookshelf surrounding it on three sides, almost creating its own separate room, and on the left side of that was a bathroom. Keefe's bed was next to the bookshelf, pressed with the headboard against it so when you walked in you could only see the lower half of someone on the bed. A nightstand type dresser sat at the foot of the bed, cluttered with random crap. The window sat on the far right side of his room, and a lamp that went mostly unused sat in the far right corner, right next to the door where his closet connected.

As Sophie got closer to the bed she realized that Keefe had fallen asleep in the short time she'd been gone, probably exhausted from the not so good experience of coming out to his mom and the sobs that had racked his body minutes before.

So, Sophie placed the glass of water on the nightstand and crossed the room to shut the blinds, seeing as neither her nor Keefe were morning people, and the sun rose right in front of Keefe's window. She sat down on the bed next to Keefe, laying her head on one of the pillows instead of his chest.

She turned on her right side, back towards Keefe, and right as Sophie was drifting off to sleep she felt Keefe roll over and wrap an arm around her stomach loosely. "Thank you for everything," he whispered into her ear right as Sophie drifted off before she could respond.

A/N Again: Don't ask me to explain Keefe's room more in the comments because idk how else to. just use ur imagination ig lmao.