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Eli’s P.O.V
You know that cry someone does? It’s that cry where their broken and they don’t know what else to do with their lives. It’s an ugly, loud cry that everyone around watching feels awkward for witnessing. Seth was heaving and hiccuping and nothing seemed to soothe him down. His small, naked frame was wrapped underneath the blankets and his wet hair was splayed out along his pillows as he lay with his face in them.
“Seth, what can I do?” I asked leaning forward from my chair adjusting my beanie atop my wet curls for what felt like the hundredth time. Turning the bed to face me, puffy cheeks and red eyes, he reached his arms out towards me.
“Hold me, please,” he begged his brown eyes seeming to lock with mine. Sighing I pushed myself from the chair and laid next to him bundling him in my arms. He laid his wet head on my dirty t-shirt and his breathing began to even out.
“Why does Shawn hate me?” Seth asked and I could see his eyes welling up with tears again. Shaking my head I squeezed him closer to me not knowing what to say. “Why? Why can’t you tell me?”
“Because I don’t know, Seth. Is that what you wanted to hear?” I said and pushed him off my chest sitting on the edge of the bed. Suddenly my choker seemed too tight and my attire seemed too hot and everything just seemed…wrong.
“I never hated you. I don’t think I ever can,” Shawn’s voice echoed in the small room making me stand and turn, to see him walking slowly into the room with a duffel bag in one hand and a cup holder with Starbucks in the other. It was an awkward silence as he made his way across the room and set everything on a small wooden table. He had changed his clothes and was now dressed in loose black sweats, a sweatshirt with his leather jacket pulled over that.
“Did you bring clothes?” I asked walking towards him. He nodded and pulled two styrofoam cups out of the cup holder labeled ‘Shawn’ and ‘Seth.’ Stopping at the table and pulling the duffle bag towards me I heard Seth move around on his bed and then a slight sipping sound. Pulling open the bag I started pulling out the clothes inside. My favorite shirt and sweats were there with extra shirts, sweats, jeans, jackets, and sweatshirts to choose from. Digging around in the bag I couldn’t help but giggle at the neatly folded underwear on the bottom underneath everything. Turning around to face the bed again both Shawn and Seth were very tense as they sat in opposite sides of the room and didn’t look at each other.
“Looks like Shawn packed enough for you to live here a month or two,” I giggled and tossed the bag onto the foot of the bed. Quirking his eyebrow Seth set his cup on his side table and leaned forward peering into the bag. Giggling he looked back at Shawn.
“Thank you,” he whispered and and pulled out an outfit that didn’t totally match, but no one wanted to tell him that.
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Shawn’s P.O.V
“I’m sorry could you please step out of the room while examine him?” A doctor asked politely. Rubbing my eyes I nodded and pushed myself out of the chair the lack of sleep making me drowsy. I followed Eli and my mom out of the room and sat down on the floor across from the door. The hallway was still dark and the nurses station still held only three nurses.
“What do you think?” Eli asked sitting next to me and laying his head on my shoulder. He was the only thing that wasn’t cold and didn’t smell like hand sanitizer or medicine. He smelled like vanilla shampoo. I started rubbing my eyes. As if it was some attempt to scratch the tiredness out. Honestly, I didn’t know what the fuck I thought about Seth or what my feelings for him were anymore. He leaves, fucks another man, gets hurt, and then comes back to us?
My hands moved up to my hair grabbing and pulling. Is this what he really wants to hear? Eli moved closer to me so his whole side was pressed against me and he pulled my hands from my hair. He held my shaking hands in between his small, warm, non-shaking ones.
“It’s okay,” he urged bringing my hands to his mouth and kissing my knuckles.
“I don’t know. I just want to hate him a little longer. Before I fall madly in love with him…again.”
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Seth’s P.O.V
Watching Shawn, Eli, and Beka walk in I immediately averted eye contact. I didn’t want them to know I had heard everything they had said.
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A\N ; For those of you who think I have named this chapter after the Disney movie I have news! Lilo is actually Hawaiian for “Lost.” So it mean Lost and put back together.
I will also stop making promises of chapters being longer or more frequent updates because I have a really busy summer. I am really sorry guys. Love all of you!!!
XOXO
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