"Are you okay mom?" I ask tentatively.
"Yeah I'm fine," she says, wiping away a tear.
"Are you sure?" I question.
"Yeah, go hang out with your friends, and take Lucas with you," she says.
"Okay," I reply.
She walks out as I tell Lucas to go change. He runs away, giggling while thinking that we're going to get ice cream for no reason. What will happen when he realizes what happened? I shrug off my worries as I close my door and start changing.
As I stand in front of my vanity, tying a high ponytail, Jonah asks from his room, "Where are you going?"
"I don't know. My mom said to hang out with my friends and bring Lucas," I shout back.
"Okay, I'll come too," he says before turning around.
"I'll see you downstairs," I reply, walking out of my room.
"I'm ready Bambi!" Lucas calls from the bottom of the stairs.
"One second!" I shout back before running down.
He smiles there with a big smile on his face, rocking back and forth on his heels. His innocence makes me jealous. I wish I didn't know what was happening. I wish I didn't feel this body of rage threatening to strangle me. I wish I didn't feel soul crushing sadness. I wish I didn't feel betrayed.
"Put on your shoes bubba, we're going with Jonah," I say.
"Okay," he chirps.
We walk out of the house, hand in hand. I pull him over to Jonah's car and we wait for a couple of seconds until Jonah rushes out of his house.
"Wanna do to Daniel's place?" He asks.
"Yeah sure," I say with a small smile while ushering Lucas into the car.
He enters the driver's seat while I slide in next to him. After checking that Lucas was alright, I turn back around to face the front.
"Wait how do you know where Daniel's house is?" I ask. "Were you guys friends before?"
"Jack needed a ride and had to drop something off at Daniel's place once," he says.
"Oh okay," I say, ending the conversation.
He reaches forward to put the radio on.
"I won't be, no I won't be like you. Fighting back, I'm fighting back the truth." DNA by Lia Marie Johnson plays.
I choke back a sob as I change the song.
"Sorry," he says, the regret clear in his voice.
"It's fine. It wasn't your fault, it was his," I say with a sad smile.
"You don't deserve this," he says firmly.
"Maybe I do," I say sadly.