Chapter 48

Lynn's P.O.V

I smile and open my eyes. Ross caresses my cheek but then runs his fingers through my hair. I look over my shoulder at him. "Hi," I whisper and kiss him softly.

"Hi, baby," he buries his face in my neck. "You were extremely sexy last night," he says quietly.

I roll my eyes before closing them. "You made me," I giggle.

I feel his body shrug against mine. "It was still sexy," he moans. I move away from him. I push his chest so he's laying flat on his back. I lay my head on his chest and he rubs my bare back. "Baby?" He asks after a few minutes. I nod, signaling I'm listening. "First you wanna go to the beach or something, today?" He asks sweetly.

I nod, "as long as we can get ice cream, yeah." I kiss his chest.

"And second- ooh wait never mind," he says quickly.

I sit up and look down at him. "What?" I whine.

He stares at my chest. I roll my eyes and grab my bra off the ground, sliding it on. "Nothing, you'll find out at the beach." He smirks evilly.

"Fine," I groan and get up. I gather all our scattered clothes and toss them into a laundry basket. I start to do some laundry, since I haven't done any in like a week. I take off my bra and throw it in the washer. I get one of Ross' hoodies that's hanging up.

I slide it on before feeling Ross latch onto my waist. "Are you mad at me?" He whispers in my ear.

I shake my head. "No, why would I be mad at you?" I question as I turn around in his arms.

He shrugs. "Just trust me, please? It'll be worth the wait, I promise, baby."

I nod as I hear my phone start ringing. I quickly run go the kitchen to grab it.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Lynn! Rocky! He locked himself in the bathroom and he's wailing and whimpering but he won't let anyone in. Can you and Ross please come over!" Riker begs.

"Yes, well be there in ten minutes!" I yell before hanging up.

I grab Ross' hand and pull him upstairs. "We're gonna have to reschedule that date," I sigh. Ross nods. We quickly get dressed and run to the car. I explain what's going on to Ross in the car.

I run into the house and up to the crowd of people. They allow me to walk through to the bathroom door. "Rocky?" I knock softly.

"Lynn! Help me!" He sobs from the other side of the door.

I jiggle the door knob. "Rocky, it's locked. You have to open the door for me, babe." I say softly.

"I can't!" He screams at me.

I pull a bobby pin out of my hair and fiddle with the lock. Once it pops, I'm in. I close the door and look at the blood filled bathtub. I quickly kick off my shoes and stand in the water with him. "Rocky," I whisper.

"Leave me alone," he mumbles and looks the other way. "leave me alone to die."

I shake my head and drain the water. I refill it and wash him up. I clean up his chest, stomach, arms, and thighs. Damn, has he lost some weight. He steps out, wrapping a towel around himself. He sits on the toilet. "Where did all this self-hate come from?" I ask as I stand between his legs.

He holds my hips as his forehead rests on my stomach. "Alexa broke up with me, now everywhere I go, someone says kill yourself to me," he cries. "I've starved myself for 18 days and none of those douche bags noticed!" He yells.

I play with his hair as he sobs to himself. "I knew it," I mutter to myself.

He looks up. "Knew what?" He asks, clearly confused.

"You hadn't eaten in a while. you've lost a lot of muscle and weight," I whisper. He shrugs and plays with the belt loops on my shorts. "Wanna go get dressed?" I ask softly.

He nods slowly. I grab his hand and open the door. We walk to his room, not saying a word to anyone about anything. Rocky sits on his bed, staring blankly at the floor. I get him out some boxers, sweatpants, and a hoodie. "Thank you," he whispers as he slides on his clothes.

I nod as he finishes. "You're welcome," I kiss his forehead lightly. "Here, you should lie down."

He nods and lays on his bed. "will you lay with me?" He asks innocently.

I couldn't help but say yes. My best friend, he tried to kill himself. But I saved him, but I can't save him from everything.

Before I knew it, he was asleep. Ross walked in. "Ready to go?" He whispers.

I look down at Rocky. His head lays on my stomach as his arms wrap around my body. I try to get up but Rocky whimpers. "Don't leave me," he slightly opens his eyes.

Ross shakes his head. "If that's the only way he's going to sleep and be okay, I guess we can stay a little longer." With that, he walks out.

I move Rocky's hair out of his face. "Everyone hates me," he mumbles.

"Not me, I love you," I whisper to him.