Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1

SIXTY ONE

She gave out a little sigh before saying, "Nervous... but I know it's the right decision. I need to do this."

"How d'you feel about your family?" I held one of her curls in my hand to let it cool down before letting it go and watching it bounce up.

She took a while to respond. "... I don't know... I guess they've spent so long helping me when I wasn't interested, but now... now I want to help myself and I know it's something I have to do. Not them."

Skye was the most mature fifteen-year-old I had ever met, yet, then again, she had been through so much for so long. However, in these past months she had changed, not just for her family but for herself. She wanted to live and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure she would. That in itself meant so much. She didn't just want to remain alive – she wanted to live.

"I know it might not mean much coming from me," I spoke, "But I'm so proud of you, Skye." I finished curling her last lock of hair.

Slowly, she turned around and faced me, "It does mean a lot coming from you." She looked down at her hands with fingernails she had painted light blue. "I... I-I've never had a sister, but," she chuckled light and looked up, "Now I have you."

A smile lit up on my face. She considered me a sister. And I knew in that moment that I'd always be there for Skye, no matter what.

"You will always have me." I told her as she turned to look back in the mirror. I rested my hands on her arms and placed my chin on her shoulder, looking at her in the mirror before I whispered, "No matter what."

After helping Skye with her hair and showing her how to apply her mascara and blot her lipstick, I left the bathroom for her to get changed.

Roman was staring at me with the evil eyes.

"Don't give me that look." I scoffed.

"Don't know what you're talking about." He muttered in a grumpy reply. Oh, so now he had attitude.

"If you don't wipe that look off your face by the time your sister comes, I'll –"

"You'll what?" he raised a challenging eyebrow.

"Try me and you'll find out." I shot back and he went quiet. "Exactly." I hummed to myself as I nervously waited for Skye.

It was only a few more minutes of waiting before the bathroom lock unclicked and the door opened to reveal Skye anxiously walking out.

She was beautiful, everything about her glowed as she nervously flattened down the skirt of her dress. No longer was she this unwell, hospital girl but just a genuine girl. A girl who was ready to live her life and enjoy it to every last second. She radiated with excitement and energy. She was just Skye... just Skye.

"How do I look?" she hesitantly questioned; I could feel the nerves running through her.

Roman was still looking at her, almost too shocked to answer.

"Amazing!" I exclaimed and rushed up to her before she could notice her brother's lack of words. "You look insanely pretty, Skye. Lukas's breath is going to be taken away!"

She giggled at the comment before her eyes apprehensively travelled to Roman who still hadn't spoken.

"Rome?" her voice turned quiet.

It took Roman a few seconds to find the words to reply, "I... you um... you look nice." And he still had trouble finding them.

"Thanks." Skye nodded but I could tell she wanted a more enthusiastic reaction.