Greya's POV...

The laughter from Chase in the back seat while Ari drives us back to my house is soothing. Fynn knows exactly how to cheer that boy up. I'm so thankful for my friends. Them and Chase are the only reasons that I keep going.

I guessed that Cohen and Declan would probably show up at the cemetery. Never in a million years did I expect Becker. I wonder what made him come. After all these years, he decides to want to be my friend. I've always thought of him as a friend, though not in the most conventional way. He's always been around, watching me, competing with me. Maybe that's his way of showing he cares. With a perfect body and handsome face like his, one would assume he's a bad boy or a player. I know he's far from it. Although the majority of the girls at our school thinks he is.

Becker is awkward, that's for sure. Not necessarily a bad thing. He's exceptionally smart and talented, yet so reserved about it. And the fact that I know someone's been hurting him, breaks my heart. No one should have to suffer physical or mental abuse. I wish I could find a way to help him.

The guys follow us into the house when we arrive. Chase bolts upstairs to his room. "I'm going to change my clothes!" He yells.

"You guys can watch TV or whatever. I'm going to order some food," I tell everyone. Becker is standing near the door, watching Chase run up the stairs. He seems curious. I wonder how much Becker really knows about my family.

"I'll help you order the food," Ari says as she follows me into the kitchen.

"Greya has a cool back yard. A soccer net too," I hear Fynn tell the other three. They all follow Fynn outside.

"So, this is a surprise seeing Becker here," Ari smiles at me.

"Yes, very surprising. Nice though," I shrug. I don't want to think too much into it or anything else. I need to keep busy so I don't break down.

"Hey Grey, why don't you let me bring out the drinks and you go hang out outside. You've been taking care of everything and everyone, you haven't even taken any time to grieve."

"I'm not ready to grieve yet," I admit.

Ari is about to say more when Chase comes barreling through the kitchen and out the slider. "I'm going outside!" He blurts past us.

"I need to make sure he is okay first. One minute he's sad and the next he's happy. It's extra hard for him to process everything, you know?"

"You've always done a great job with him. I'm proud of you Grey."

"Thanks Ar. Now let's join the others."

Everyone is in a circle juggling a soccer ball around. Even Fynn which makes me laugh. "Feel for the ball Fynn," Chase teases him. Becker is the only one sitting in one of the patio chairs. His eyes solely on Chase.

"Why aren't you over there showing them all how it's done?" I ask, taking a seat in the chair next to him.

"How does he do that?" Becker asks.

"What? Who?" I give him a confused look.

"Your brother. How does he juggle like that if he can't see?" I have a feeling that this is the first Becker has learned about my brother's blindness. He's been watching him because he's curious.

"A lot of practicing," I chuckle. By the look on Becker's face, I can tell he needs more information.

"Chase can't see so he relies on his other senses. His other senses are heightened I guess, especially his hearing and touch." Becker is listening intently so I continue. "He can feel the air pressure change when the ball is falling and rising and he focuses on how the ball feels when it hits his foot." I look at Chase and smile at how amazing he really is.

"That's incredible," Becker whispers.

"He is incredible," I agree with him. "He was born without his sight so he's learned to adapt to life . He makes everything look so easy."

"That's because he has an amazing sister who cares for him so much," Becker surprises me with his comment.

We sit together in comfortable silence watching everyone have fun. Becker has a peaceful smile on his face, while his captivating eyes take everything in. For the moment he's not hiding behind his walls and I feel privileged that I've captured this rarity.

As if he knows what I'm thinking, those lovely blue eyes lock onto me, his left one sparkling more than usual. The expression on his face says he's trying to read me.

I look away quickly, clearing my throat and yell over to Fynn, " I think the food delivery guy is here."

"Yes! Let's eat!" Chase squeals and grabs onto Declan's hand. "Come on," he tries to pull Declan along and it makes me giggle.

"Yeah, everyone go ahead inside and eat, I'm just going to pick up out here first," I instruct them all.

Becker is the only one who doesn't listen and starts to help me pick up the soccer balls. As soon as he bends down to retrieve one of the balls, a painful groan escapes his lips.

I'm just about to ask if he's okay when I see blood seeping through the side of his shirt. Becker tries to cover it with his hand, knowing it's too late, I've seen it. He averts his eyes from me and rubs the back of his head. His walls are back up and he's anxious.

I can hear his breathing begin to pick up too. "B," I softly say his name and wait for him to look at me. I slowly reach out my hand and patiently wait. When he finally looks at me and notices my outstretched hand, I see a mix of fear and hurt swirling around in the ocean's depth.

"Please come with me," I carefully say to him.

Becker hesitantly places his hand in mine as I lead him into the house and up the stairs to the bathroom. We ignored the looks everyone gave us on the way in and thankfully no one questioned us. To say Declan and Cohen were caught off guard by what they were witnessing is an understatement.

I lead Becker into the bathroom and let go of his hand so I can reach for the first aid kit. Becker is leaning against the sink, his eyes gazing at the tile floor.

I set the kit onto the sink next to him. " Lift up your shirt," I kindly instruct. His eyes go wide and his lips are slightly parted when he hears my request. He doesn't want to show me his wound but he doesn't argue with me either.

When he lifts his shirt all I see is blood soaked gauze. "I'm going to have to remove the gauze," I tell him. He squeezes his eyes shut and nods.

"I'm going to peel the bandages off now, it might hurt a little," I continue, warning him of each step.

A tear escapes my eye when I examine the wound. There is a puncture hole where the blood is oozing from and the skin around it looks raw and burnt. I bite my lip to control my emotions, I don't want to scare him. His eyes are still shut and I'm not sure if he's even breathing.

"B, look at me," I whisper.

"Breathe," I say to him.

His eyes flutter open as he releases a shaky breath. We both hold our stare. I want him to know I would never hurt him.

"I need to close up your wound to stop the bleeding. I'll numb the site but it will still be painful...I don't want to hurt you, but I need you to breathe, okay?" I look straight into the ocean's storm surge, he has to believe me.

"Okay," he mumbles.

Thankfully I have some local anaesthetic and a suture kit. Comes in handy for when Chase crashes into something. This kit is full of supplies, anything to avoid child services knocking on our door.

I explain everything I'm doing. Becker focuses on my hands the entire time. His breaths are ragged but at least he's breathing. After I apply four sutures, I take a moment to admire my handy work before covering the wound with clean gauze and tape.

"How did you know how to do that?" Becker questions.

"Between my grandmother falling and Chase running into things, I've had plenty of practice patching up wounds," I shyly tell him.

"Do you have an extra shirt? I'll wash this one," I hold out my hand so he can give me his soiled shirt and throw it into the hamper by the door.

"Thank you," he says, rubbing the back of his head. Something I notice he does when he's nervous.

I'm not sure what compelled me next. I think it's something he needs, maybe something we both need. It may be a bad idea, but I have to do it.

"I want to try something," I say to him. Curiosity has him intrigued. "Do you trust me?" I ask him, hoping this doesn't backfire. He nods, "Yes."

I slowly step closer to him, waiting for a reaction. I hear him take a deep breath in when my chest touches his. His arms stay by his side, and he doesn't move as I gently wrap my arms around him. I nuzzle my head into his chest and I hold him. His heart's pounding rapidly and his body is shaking, yet my arms remain firmly around him. I'm not sure how much time passes before his body stops shaking. I feel his heartbeat slow into a comfortable rhythm as his own arms brush around my back and embrace me.

"You can always trust me, Beck, always."

I feel his warm breath as he releases a long sigh and burrows his face into my neck. " I know Love," he whispers.