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She closes her eyes and sighs, dropping her hands to her lap. The whining of the machine stops, causing the room to go silent.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers, and I catch a small tear as it tracks down her cheek.
I squat down next to her so I’m on her level. “You don’t need to say sorry. Just know I’m on your side, Princess. Whatever you need me for. If you need me to be your punching bag, I can do that.”
She shakes her head, more tears falling down her face. “I don’t want you to be my punching bag.”
I take her hand in mine and bring it to my lips. “Whatever you need, Lilah. I mean it.”
She forces a smile. “You’re the best.”
My phone beeps with a text in my pocket. I pull it out and smile.
Pebbles is on her way.
“Are you feeling up for some company?” Lilah’s brow furrows, and she wipes the wetness from her eyes. “A friend is coming to see you.”
“A friend?”
“Yep.” I push up and pull her up by the hand. “Why don’t you get dressed?”
Lilah looks down at herself and then back up to me. “I am dressed.”
I eye her ratty yoga pants and tank top with a huge bleach stain on her stomach and a hole right next to her nipple.
“Lilah,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest and frowning at her. “You and I both know if you look back on today and remember I let someone come over and see you wearing that, you’ll murder me in my sleep.”
She turns and studies herself in the mirror before turning a scowl my way. “Fair enough. Now go away.”
Fifteen minutes later, a knock sounds on the front door. I let Pebbles in and call out my goodbyes to them both.
I hope Reaper and Trigger are right. Hopefully Pebbles is mentally up to the task of helping Lilah. Hopefully, after all these years, Pebbles will know how to make her okay again.
twenty
Lilah
“Lilah!”I frown at the voice calling my name from the other room.
Out of all of the people that Ringer could have been talking about when he said that a friend was coming to visit, Pebbles is the last fucking person I expected.
Brenna, maybe. Hell, even Lyric. Sparrow,possibly.Pebbles never once crossed my mind. She has so much going on in her own life to worry about me and my problems.
Pebbles meets me at the doorway of my room, and I’m glad I took Ringer’s advice and changed into a normal pair of leggings and an oversized sweater.
I pull my knee up to sit on the edge of my bed and wave to the bench at the foot of my bed for her to sit. Her pregnant belly looks heavy as fuck to carry around.
“How are you, Pebs?” I ask.
Pebbles smiles softly, rubbing her belly. “I’m not here to talk about me, Lilah. But I really am doing well.”
A genuine smile hits my lips. I've been worried about her. “That’s good. I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks, Liles.”
I fiddle with a loose string on the hem of my pants and take a deep breath. “What are you really doing here, Pebbles?”
“I wanted to check on you.”
