It All Started With A 'Please': A Sokeefe Story

11: Stay

"Romm 207." was all she said.

Foster and I walked through the halls of the third floor after we exited the elevator.

By this time, Foster slipped her hand hand out of mine, but I quickly caught it an enveloped it in mine again. 

From the corner of my, I could see the corners of her eyes twitch into a ghost of a smile.

We entered room 207, but I saw the unexpected.

My mom sat there, crying, and the bed in front of her was empty. As much as I didn't love her, I did still care for her.

I awkwardly made my way to the armchair she was sitting in and patted her back. "Mom? Um... what's up?"

And that's when I realized.

No.

It's not possible.

But my mother confirmed my suspicions when she looked at me with puffed eyes. And nodded her head as if she knew what I was thinking. "He's gone."

***

It was 12:30 in the night--or morning--when we left the hospital. Foster dropped my mom home since we came in her car.

I jerked my head slightly, motioning to Foster to come inside.

She immedietly agreed, and my heart swelled in my chest when she did so. We walked in and my mother went immedietly to her bedroom. I decided I'll take to her tomorrow when she's less miserable.

In the mean time, Foster and I headed to my room.

When we walked in, I collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling above me.

My dad was gone. He died. I couldn't change anything. I don't even remember the last time I talked to--

My spiralizing thoughts were interupted when the matress sunk a bit beside me, and the light scent of vannila hit me. At the same time, something trailed on my cheek. 

Foster's hand.

The freaking zoo that was flying around in my stomach replaced the pit of hollow misery.

We sat there like that for 5 minutes, neither of us saying anything, and then Foster spoke up.

"I should go. We have school tomorrow." she whispered removing her soft hand from cheek. "Get up." she ordered.

"What--"

"Get up." She repeated, moving her pointer finger as a sign.

As confused as I was, I got up. 

Then, she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me into a tight hug. The sparks running down my back very eminent and I, slowly but surely, took that small form of comfort and wrapped my arms around her waist.

I never wanted this moment to end. I dug my head into the crook of her neck as she stood on her tippy-toes so she could get even closer to me.

"Keefe?"

"Hm." I hummed.

"I know you don't want to cry about this, but you don't have to mask your emotions." She said gently, as one of her hands moved to the bottom of my hair. 

"Yeah." Was all I said. If I said anything more, I would have started breaking down into tears. That wasn't a pretty sight. Plus, I have a reputation to hold up.

She pulled away all too soon, and took the warmth away from me.

She took my hand and dragged me to the bed, gently pushing me down and pulling the thick blanket over me. She switched the lights off so that the only source of light was the moon which was clearly shown through the huge glass window on the side of my room.

She came back to me and ran a hand down my arm. "Good night, Keefe."

I must have been really tired because I was in the middle of falling asleep then. But when she said that, one thing was for sure. I didn't want to be alone tonight. So I grabbed her hand as she about to walk away from my bed.

"Stay."

Her cute eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at me. "I don't know, Keefe, we have school--"

"Heck with it. I want you to stay with me. If you want to, then there's nothing that can stop us from doing that." I reasoned, still half asleep.

"No, Keefe. Not today. I'll see you tommorow."

I sighed. I really wanted to have somebody with me tonight. I wanted to know that I'm not alone. 

I proceeded to sleep. I tried to drift back to bed, but I heard the mattress sink next to me. Someone tugged on my arm as if they were forcing me to turn around.

In confusion, I turned around. There she was. Foster was begininng to get under the covers with me.

I smiled with pure joy and even let out a sigh. The amount of happiness I felt right couldn't be put into words. 

"Did you really take that seriously?" she teased.

"Psh... no." She looked at me with a knowing look. "Maybe."

She smiled. She looked so pretty when she smiled. 

"Come here." She whispered.

I pulled her close to me and rested head in the crook of her neck. She took one of her arms and wrapped it around me, pulling me even closer to her, if that was possible. The other trailed patterns in my hair. 

"Good night." she whispered.

"Night, Foster." I responded.

Slowly, I drifted off into sleep.

Sorry for the unexpected writers blocckkkkk. I'm back to regular schedules now! Thank you all for dealing with that!