Sebastian's POV
Ida has been stressed out since we found Willow. Her eyes are lined with dark circles, making them appear bruised, she can't sit still, she hardly sleeps or eats, she wakes up with nightmares every night, and she hasn't been to her own house for more than 15 minutes in a week.
I'm terribly worried about her, but I don't know how to fix her. She stayed at Delilah's house two nights ago, mine last night.
She walks into my house after school in a fit of tears, my brother, Dante, not far behind her with her book bag.
I look at Dante with a quizzical look, his shoulders shooting up in a shrug. I grab Ida's bag and turn on my heel to follow her up to my room.
"I don't want to talk about it," she says when she hears my footsteps behind her.
"I never said we had to. I just want to know if you are ok."
"Do I look ok?"
"Well, you're asking me, your loyal, handsome," she smirks, "Sebastian, you look fine. I say you look tired, stressed, and upset, but still beautiful." she offers a weak smile, her shoulders slumping.
I close the door, and she sits on my bed, tears still spilling out of her eyes. I sit down next to her and stroke my thumbs underneath her eyes, wiping away the tears. She leans into me and sighs.
"It's the kids at school. They said something earlier about everyone and-"
"What did they say?"
She takes a shaky breath, tears welling in her eyes again.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"No, I will." she starts to pick at her hands, one of her many nervous habits, "They started terrible rumors about why Abby is bruised, and why I'm here and not at home and-"
I cut her off with a kiss. She automatically relaxes, her body becoming limp.
"I don't know what to do," she says when we separate.
We'll figure it out, Kitten." she shakes her head at the nickname, leaning once more into me.