I don’t really remember seeing him in a bad state last night, but that’s because most of my night was occupied by the girl with tan skin and brunette hair. Danielle, was it?No.Daisy, like the cow. I remember almost saying that to her last night—good thing I didn’t.
I knock on Finn’s door, and when he groans in response, I let myself in. “Rise and shine,” I say before ripping open his blinds to let in the sun.
He covers his face with a pillow. “You asshole.”
“Come on, the beer can’t have got you in this much of a state.”
“I need coffee and a large breakfast from the café,” he mumbles into his pillow pathetically.
I roll my eyes. “Since when have you been this dramatic?”
“I don’t know,” he grunts, and after a few moments, he pushes himself up from the bed, rests his back against the headboard, and rubs his eyes viciously. “Oh god. I feel sick.”
A stifled laugh escapes me as I cross my arms and lean on his dresser. “Still moping?”
He flips me off and manages to stand. “Fine. I’ll go get breakfast.”
“You will?” My brows rise in shock.
Finn nods and stabilises himself against the wall. “Let me find my car keys and I’ll go.”
“I’ll come with you.”
He waves a hand at me—signallingno.“I need the space. I need time not to be judged. Are you okay with that?”
“Fine,” I chuckle. “Go and bring me back a bacon sandwich with coffee and no sugar. Thanks.”
Finn doesn’t bother to shower before he pulls on his clothes and searches for his keys. Five minutes later, he leaves, slamming the door on the way out. I head downstairs and grab myself a glass of orange juice.
I stare down at my phone and my recent texts with my dad. My mother’s treatment has started, and the doctors will know soon if it’s working. I’ve been praying with everything I have that she pulls through, and this is a miracle for her, for all of us.
A family without my mum isn’t a family. It’s a gigantic blackhole.
Loud music begins to blare from upstairs, and it startles me. Then I remember—Ivy is probably home. I sip on my orange juice and try to ignore the sound as I read over my father’s last message, but become increasingly distracted when I hear an awful singing voice.
The sound of a door opens, and suddenly I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. She’s still singing, but almost at a whisper as if she’d used up all her energy.
Ivy’s foot touches the landing, and she glances up, her entire body tensing as she sees me. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demands, slightly out of breath. “I thought you left.”
“Finn went out to grab breakfast.” I laugh as I fold my arms over my chest. “Said I wasn’t allowed to go with him because I’d be a distraction.”
She snorts. “Probably because he’s throwing up down the side of the door.”
The corners of my lips tilt upwards. “Nice singing by the way,” I say without hiding my amusement. “Those high notes were Grammy worthy.”
Ivy’s eyes burn before they narrow at me. She turns and heads back upstairs, but not before I hear her mutter, “Asshole,” under her breath and I chuckle.
I make my way to the living room just in time for Finn to walk through the front door. He looks worse than when he left, his skin almost grey and his eyes dark and heavy.
“You good?” I quirk a brow.
“No,” he declares. “Some lady tried cutting me off at a junction and then ended up my ass the whole journey back. Almost crashed.”
I exhale a breath through my nose. “Typical. Did you get the goods?”
Finn holds up a coffee and a takeaway bag. “I drank mine on the way back. It was either that or vomit everywhere.”
I shake my head at his dramatics as he passes me my coffee and then throws me the bag with my sandwich inside.
