Roses Will Show Their Thorns || Derek, Cora, Erica
Derek sat on his bed, his head in his hands. He didn't know how to feel, he didn't know what to think. His head pounded with the drumming of a headache, and the pounding seemed to vibrate off of his whole body. His body plummeted through what seemed to be thousands of emotions at once. Sadness, surprise, nervousness, disappointment but when it boiled down to one solid emotion, it was anger that he felt. Cora was back. She'd never been gone in the first place, he supposed. Cora was back, he knew, and she didn't reach out to him. She didn't send him one word of her condition. For six years, he walked around with the dead weight of her death, along with all of his other family members. He thought them all dead.
But it turned out to not be so, because Cora was here, in Toronto. And he was to pick her up, so she could stay with him. When Erica asked what had been bothering him, he merely brushed it off, just saying his sister was in town. What he didn't say, was that his all of his family had burned to death in a house fire some odd years ago, and he thought them all to be dead. He didn't say how Cora never burned in that fire, but ignored his existence for six whole years, and decided now would be a good time to get in contact. He didn't say how angry he was. Or how hurt.
Derek shook his head to clear his thoughts, he knew he had to pull himself together. He was never one to fall apart, never. And he couldn't be one to fall apart now, and now especially. He stood from his bed with a heavy sigh, grabbed his jacket and sunglasses, and walked out of his room. "We're going to pick my sister up." he told Erica, passing her in the living room as he walked out of the door. He left it open behind him, knowing Erica would follow suit. Cora'd given him her cellphone number, and the place where she currently resided.
He rode there with Erica in silence, not bothering to answer any questions she had. When they arrived in his Camaro, he sent Cora a text saying so, and tried desperately to push down the bubble of emotions and disgust that floated in his stomach.