Ghostly Heartbreak | Luke Patterson

Chapter 24

After school, Julie and I walked over to Luke's parents house. In all honesty, I still feel a bit uncomfortable on this whole talking to his parents. It just feels wrong on so many levels, but Julie is headset on to talking to his mom on Luke's behalf, even though he knows absolutely nothing about us visiting his parents.

I walked behind Julie as I wrapped my arms around my body, pulling my jacket closer to my body as I felt the frigid air hit my skin. Julie walked up and stared through the window. "Julie! What the fuck are you doing," I jogged up to her side as I pulled her away from the window. "You don't just go looking through someone's window like that. That's just strange girl. We want to talk to his parents, not have them call the police on us for trespassing."

Julie sighed, "I'm just trying to see if they're home. That's all. Calm down Nova." She walked to the front door, breathing deeply, and blowing out the air slowly, obviously nervous about talking to two strangers about their dead son.

I stood behind her still, shifting my weight back and forth as Julie brought her hand up to knock on the door, only to be stopped. We heard a gust of wind to our right side and we turned our heads sharply to see Luke appear. Oh shit.

"Luke," Julie exclaimed.

The boy shifted his gaze from Julie and to mine, "What are you doing here?"

I put my hands up in defense, letting Julie take the blow since it was her idea after all. "Okay look," Julie gulped as she looked away from me, "I... We just wanted to know about you, you know, just curious. Um... So we came here last week on your birthday." Luke took a step forward towards Julie, as she hung her head low, ashamed.

"You were spying on me," his brows raised as he talked to Julie, "Even after all your speeches about boundaries? You were spying on me?"

"I know," Julie said, "I'm sorry. It was wrong. But I'm worried about you."

I unfolded my arms as I took a step closer to Luke, "We are worried about you Luke."

Luke brought his eyes up to mine, slowly, "You don't have to be," he began to turn away from me.

"Look. I get it Luke. I know how hard it is to want to speak to the people you love the most but you can't. I understand that feeling more than anyone. All I want to do is talk to my dad about my boy troubles and him telling me that I'm not allowed to date anyone until I'm 30, to talk to my mom about dances and dates and about makeup, to talk my brother for the support he always gave me, and to talk to my grandma one last time. To tell her I did the last thing she asked of me," I gushed out. "I feel that way everyday, Luke. Some days it's a lot harder than it is with others."

He slowly turned his head back to face me, "I don't even know what I'd say to her, even if she could hear me."

I shook my head, "You do. You wrote a song about her Luke. Let it speak for yourself."

"Trust us," Julie said as she walked closer to me and Luke.

Luke never took his eyes off mine as he went to ring the doorbell. He stood behind me, as his father opened the door, "Hello. Can I help you two?"

"Hi. I'm Julie."

"And I'm Nova."

Julie glanced at me, "Um.. I believe you had a son named Luke?"

Luke's father smiled at the sound of his son's name, "Yeah, that's right," he narrowed his eyes at the two of us, "And you are again?"

"Julie Molina."

"Nova Garcia. Your son's band used to play in our garage," I said weakly, trying not to step on the man's toes about this very touchy subject.

Julie reached into her back pocket, "I... I came across this song that he wrote and figured you might be interested."