Being Bad

Chapter 75: The Aftermath

I didn't know much about Aunt Alex's parents. I knew she didn't talk to them much after she told them she was pregnant with triplets in high school, a few months before my Mom got pregnant. Apparently her parents didn't like Mason and Lina's fathers(more like sperm donor) influence on her.

She stayed at my Dad's house a lot, he would say. Aunt Alex and my Mom bonded over the fact that their kids would become best friends, which ultimately ended up being true, how convenient for them. They had hoped that their due dates would be close together so that they could bring us on play dates and dress us up in similar outfits.

Mason and Lina are practically family. Well, not practically, they are. Through thick and thin. For better or for worse.

I knew that my Mom and Aunt Alex had secretly thought Mason and I would end up together, and would push us toward each other so we'd end up falling in love or whatever, but Mason is a brother to me and his love will never go beyond that. We both know that.

The love I have for Andrew is so much different. It consumed me by surprise and I could barely breathe when it covered every inch of my skin. It was like every cell in my body was attracted to him and like the Earth's gravity was pulling me towards him.

He's my soulmate. And...maybe if it doesn't work out romantically, I know that he can still be my soulmate as a friend. Soulmates aren't strict to romance, they can be a friend or family member.

Remember that.

"Do you need me to help you up, L?" My Dad approached me, grabbing the remote to turn the TV off.

"No." I said, trying to push myself off, but then remembering my wrist was sprained. "Yes."

He bent down and grabbed my waist with one arm, pulling me to my feet. He grabbed the crutches, leaning against the couch and helped me put them on as we walked to the kitchen.

He settled me into a chair, and gave me my food while everyone else got up and grabbed their own.

I felt weird, having everyone do everything for me, but it physically hurt to do quite literally everything. My dominant hand was sprained, and my right leg was broken in several places.

It practically took several screws and a medical miracle to heal it.

Unfortunately, I wasn't that hungry. The doctor said it was normal for me not to have an appetite due to the amount of trauma that caused me in the accident. He said it should be back within a few days, and my mild concussion was going to be gone in a week.

My sprained wrist was going to heal up in 3 weeks, and my leg...well, that's a different story.

He said within two months I'll be good as knew.

It's April 23rd, two months from now is June 23rd and I'm leaving for camp on the 20th. That's cutting it quite close if you ask me.

"Hey." My Dad waved his hand around my face to get my attention. "Are you alright?"

"No." I told him honestly, staring down at my leg. It was covered in wrap and a black brace reaching my top thigh.

"Well, cake should make it better. It always does." He said, going over to the counter by the stove and grabbing a container.

He placed it into the center of the table, along with a few plates.

He opened up the container and reached with two hands for the circular cake. "Welcome Home Lia! We Love You!" was written in cursive pink gel.

"Lia's the guest of honor, so she gets first piece." My dad placed a decent sized slice in front of me.

I tried eating it because my Dad was trying so hard to make me feel better but I couldn't. I took several bites, nearly finishing half of it and then I tapped out.