(25) Badboy's Don't Cry

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So I guess I've been avoiding updating for awhile due to some of the comments I've been receiving. Multiple of them are referring to Lexa as a "slut" or "whore" for liking both Parker and Mason. I'd like to address that. Has she really put labels on anything? No. She's not hooking up with both of them or anything like that. She's conflicted. These are two good guys and she likes different traits about both of them. It's okay to be confused and she's doing nothing wrong. If you don't like the way I write, don't read it, I'm not forcing you to. She isn't perfect, no one is. I don't enjoy writing a story where all the characters are perfect, that's unrealistic and that just doesn't seem right to me. Please keep your rude comments to yourself please. I would also like to add that most of them are positive, or constructive criticism and for the most of you that comment nice things like that, this is in no way directed towards you. Thank you.

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"It's weird." I nod, "He just keeps showing up everywhere."

Elle nods, "Personally, I'd say ditch my lameass brother and run, but my opinion might be the slightest bit bias."

"I'm just so confused. It's like, I like Mason. A lot. But everything when I'm not thinking clearly, my mind wanders to him..Parker."

Elle scrunches up her nose, "Date Parker then. As long as you don't tell me whatever the hell you do with him."

"I mean it's not like I've done much with anyone." I mutter.

"True." She chuckles lightly, "I think you honestly just need to talk to them."

I sigh. "That's probably a good idea."

My phone then decides to make itself known by blasting the theme song for an old kids show. Honestly, I'm not even sure why that's still my ringtone.

"Oh." I click accept, "It's Mase right now."

Elle smiles at me, "Talk to him." She says, before leaving the room.

"Hey Mason."

"Lexa." He says, sounding almost out of breath.

I raise my eyebrows and run a few fingers through my strands of hair, brushing it behind my ear, "What's wrong?"

"I need you to come over. I don't know what to do." He ends the call.

I frown, glancing down at my phone. That's weird.

Placing it in my pocket, I exit the room to find Elle.

"E?"

"Yeah? I'm in here." I walk out to the small living room, "Mason just said he needed me to come over."

"Cool."

"I think something's wrong."

"Yeah, me too. He's totally whipped."

"I'm serious."

"Me too. Now you go put on your big girl panties and go talk to him."

I chuckle, "You're right. It's probably nothing."

Boy, was I wrong.

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Twenty minutes later, I pull up to Mason's house, admiring the autumn leaves blowing in the wind and slowly drifting apart from their respective trees. I breathe in the fall aroma, and then get out of the car and walk towards his door.

"Mase?" I knock. No response. Huh.

I carefully open the door and shut it behind me, "Mason?"

I walk further into the house and make my way to his room, "Mase?"

There he sits, on his bed, head on his hands.

"What's wrong?" I cross the room to sit by him, "Mason."

He tilts his head to look at me, his eyes welled with the unnatural glisten of tears I never thought I'd see on his face, and that alone, along with the somber expression easily weighing down the strong once sharp muscles in his face, makes me tense up.

I take a deep breath and look into his eyes, forcing myself to be strong. For him.

Oh god, I can't do this. This is Mason. Last time I checked, badboy's don't cry.

"Can you tell me-" I croak out, "What's wrong?"

"She's in the ICU." Mason says, shuddering as his hands reach out to clasp mine.

"What? Who is?"

"My mother."

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Six and a half hours later, I sit, along with Elle and Jared, on the cold, hard tile of the waiting room at the hospital nearest us. Three hours away. They had to rush her in a helicopter, Mason had said.

I look around the small lobby, my eyes focusing in on the posters on the wall, advertising happy go lucky messages, fighting depression, and preventing suicide. The words and layout of the posters stick out drastically, especially against the boring white walls of the room.

Damn, they're even whiter than my personality.

"It's all bullshit." I hear a low murmur in my ear.

I turn, and there stands Mason, pale as a ghost.

"What is?" I turn and move closer to him.

"These dumb as fuck posters about how it gets better, and everything will magically be okay again with a fucking smile. That's not how the world works. That's not how anything works."

"What happened?"

"Her car got hit. She was crossing the intersection, she had the right away and it just smashed her. They don't know if the person was under the influence or not. They don't know if she'll be okay or not. They don't know if she'll get better or not. They don't know if she'll live or not.."

I reach out and wrap my arms around his back, rubbing them up and down in a comforting motion, "Mason. I'm not going to lie and tell you it's going to be okay. It might not be okay. But I know you will be. You can pull through this, no matter what happens."

"He might've fucking killed her. All they'll tell me is that the opposing driver is a man, and a young one at that."

"Mason-"

"And it was his fault. She didn't do anything wrong. He hit her and it was all his fault!" His voice raises, and the various clusters of sniffling families turn their heads to glance in our direction.

"Let's go somewhere else."

"I'm not leaving her." He shakes his head.

"Okay."

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(Unknown pov)

Fuck.

What the hell did I do.

With one glance into the drivers side of the car, I can see she's just, and hurt bad.

I can't have this right now, I swear I'm a good person, but this will make my life a living hell, as I have now made this poor woman's. Would she really want both of us to suffer?

From the looks of it, she seems like a kind and sweet lady.

Dear God, what should I do?

Lighting cracks across the sky and I glance into the now illuminated car again.

More lights begin to shine and my feet lift off the ground, almost as if they are moving on their own accord.

And then,

I run.

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AUTHORS NOTE

if this confuses you, don't worry! More will be explained next chapter

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I switched my covers for the Halloween theme and forgot to save my old ones! If anyone wants to make me a new one it would be greatly appreciated!

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