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Chapter 19 by takacube takacube

Do you say anything?

The dam breaks

For some reason, whether it was the level of trust you placed in her, or the fact that she had already taken care of you for weeks now, you just felt that there was burden that needed to be shared. You spent the next 20 minutes explaining what you were thinking, the confusion from having to deal with your dad being both dead and living with you at the moment. You shared your insecurity about having to pretend that everything was fine, that your father was simply Deborah, and that her presence was both a painful reminder of what you lost as well as a constant cock-tease. You even had her open your phone up and showed her the IG page that Deborah created.

After you were done, Louise nodded and cradled your head as gently as she could, brushing your hair and placing her head gently on top of yours. You didn't know why, you weren't the crying type, but you found yourself shedding tears. The more you attempted to turn away and to hide your embarrassment, the more she just held onto you, soothed you, and let you cry it out. "There, let it go..." she whispered and you continued to do so.

"I-I'm sorry..." you finally managed to utter and she just patted you on the head before she slowly got back up and adjusted her uniform. "I didn't mean to.."

"No, you don't have a mother, never grew up with one, so it's okay. Sometimes, men need a mother figure to hold and to let them know it'll be okay." She smiled at you before she finished noting your chart and then she glanced at the doorway, knowing that, on the other side, was your father. "I think, for your sanity as well as hers, you should probably stay with your friend, Randall. I'll have the doctor write up the note. If you can get your arm and ribs healed enough, the leg issue won't be too hard."

You nodded without argument and after she stepped out, you could hear her having a few chastising words with your dad, you laid back down and looked at the window, watching the rain slowly come down.

"This is not how I wanted my summer to end..." you muttered and fell asleep.

What's next?

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