Ashton opens the door and drags me in.
I'm out of breathe from trying to pull away from Ashton, but my arm didn't budge.
"Ashton..", I try to say panting,"I'm going to kill you!"
Ashton puts his hand up in surrender and backs up towards the corner.
I turn my head and see a boy with blond hair sitting on the bed.
Luke.
The muscles on my legs go weak and I fall to the ground.
I stare at Luke, with his scarred face, his hair messed up.
I turn my head towards the wall.
I feel my face heat up, my throat feels like it's stuck from me holding back my cry. My vision gets blurry from my teary eyes. I look away as feel some tears run down my cheeks.
"What's wrong?" Luke asks.
I try to stop talking so I could answer but the sound of Luke's voice saying that makes my tears come out faster, the pain become stronger.
What's wrong? He said it wrong.I sit at the curb of the street, in front of the Luke's house. I stare at all the other big houses in the neighborhood, surrounding Luke's house. I would text Luke to come out, but I forgot my phone at home. Being alone is enough too anyway. A couple stars start to come out so I lie down onto the grass. I close my eyes.
I feel someone walk behind me and lie down next to me. I don't care who it is, it could be a murderer and I won't care. I open my eyes and look at the person next to me, and look straight into those blue eyes.
Luke Hemmings.
"Hey." I say.
"Hey." He says back.
We just stare at each other for a while.
He sighs and grabs my hand.
"So, what's wrong, my wife?"