Page 96 of Love Sick

In response, Luna flips her off.

Goes without saying Luna is not interested in any truce with Alanna.

Alanna doesn’t say anything but instead offers me a vial and syringe.

Luna has ripped out the IV, however, so I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.

“I’m going to check on Bobby.” Alanna gives us some time alone, which most would consider polite, but Luna glares at Alanna like she is about to tackle her to the floor.

Once she’s gone, Luna snatches a red crayon and a piece of paper from the counter and frantically scribbles something down. She walks over to me and slams the piece of paper into my chest.

I read what she wrote:She will die regardless of whatever deal you made to save my life.

I sigh, frustrated by her stubbornness. “She could have let you die.”

Luna raises her hand as if to say she should have.

“Luna, please, no more blood. If we kill her, we’re just as bad as she is.”

Luna almost rips the piece of paper in my hands as she writes something else.

She killed my son.

“I know, but—”

Luna points her finger at me, demanding I stop talking. She writes more.

You don’t have to do anything, but if you try to stop me…

“You’ll what?” I ask when I read what she wrote, but stopped because she doesn’t have the guts to say it. “You’ll kill me too?”

She doesn’t reply, but it’s written all over her face.

“I’m playing this concert. I’m sorry if you hate me, but she saved your life. She needs help, and I’m going to try and get it for her.”

In response, Luna slaps my cheek, putting an end to this conversation.

And the ones after it.

I’m sitting at the piano, brushing my fingers over the keys as I hear the music in my head while Bobby watches me with intrigue. Alanna is sitting on the floor cross-legged as she reads over some files.

This is all so normal when, in fact, nothing about this fucking is.

Luna hasn’t acknowledged me all day, and I’ve decided to give her some space. I know she hates me, but I hope she will understand why I did what I did.

Bobby bounces over to Alanna and offers her a marble from his pocket. She happily accepts with a smile, which makes hating her even more impossible.

I would be the monster if I didn’t show her mercy, wouldn’t I?

At this point, I don’t know anything anymore.

Something doesn’t sit right. I don’t know what it is…but it’s suddenly too quiet…until I hear a noise in the walls.

I don’t cause a scene when I get up and excuse myself to use the bathroom. The moment I’m out in the foyer, I run up the stairs and into my bedroom because, as suspected, Luna isn’t here, and the fireplace door is open.

“Fuck,” I curse and quickly enter through the door.

I can’t call out to her, so I mute my footsteps and hope I’m not too late. Luna isn’t strong enough to be climbing on any roofs. I barely made it across unscathed.

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