cast l.h

week nine part two

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HI SORRY IT TOOK A COUPLE DAYS LONGER THAN NORMAL TO UPDATE BUT I MADE THIS ONE EXTRA LONG AND DRAMATIC TO MAKE UP FOR IT. THANKS FOR ANYONE WHO'S READING IT. THAT MEANS SO MUCH. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK IN THE COMMENTS! DON'T FORGET TO VOTE IF YOU ENJOY IT. FOLLOW/DM ME IF YOU'D LIKE ON TWITTER. much love, Jo

ps: wingedhemmings ily and you gave me the idea to put a song with the chapter so thank you:)

Lukes POV

The last bit of sun on the horizon beams through the tree line. My foot is pressed completely on the gas pedal, my car races down the dirt path towards the house. An ambulance is parked in my usual spot, its lights still lit.

The driver stands alone outside, perched up against the vehicle with the back doors open. Panic flushes over me as I see Izzy's car here too. What could be happening? I had left for the grocery store with a list Shyla gave me, just like every Tuesday.

On my way back from the store I checked my phone and saw a text from Izzy reading 'get home soon.' I hadn't thought much about it but before I could call or reply my phone died. Just minutes later though on the desolate streets of the area, a lit ambulance raced past me in the same direction of the house.

I park my car with a screech and hop down, not bothering with the groceries sitting in the back seat. I run towards the front door, my heart racing. Is Izzy hurt? Is Shyla hurt?

I look up towards the stairs when I hear footsteps on the floor above my head. My feet carry me up them quickly, two and three at a time. I take a left towards the area I had heard noise coming from. The turning hallways seem to be a maze, even though I have been down them a million times.

I reach the room finally and take in the commotion. Shyla is laying on the floor while the EMT's talk softly to her and take her blood pressure. A large deep cut is being tended to on her leg. She seems out of it and doesn't recognize my presence.

What happened here? My eyes quickly scan the room to find Izzy. Did something happen? Did that boy that hurt her come here? I swear I'll kill him if he touched either of them.

The room to my disappointment though, does not contain Izzy. Leaving Shyla in good hands, I race out of the room, my heart beating fast. I open all the doors of the empty rooms looking for her, until finally I throw open her bedroom door to find her laying on her bed, staring at the white ceiling.

She lays still like she'd seen a ghost. I tiptoe over the cluttered floor, attempting not the step on her clothes. I reach the bed and sit, hoping to get a reaction out of her, "Hi," I finally say. Still wondering what had happened.

She doesn't face me, "Hi."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm not sure," her weak voice cracks. I look over her still body and see her arm is bleeding.

"What happened?" I touch near the wound and she flinches, pulling it away from me.

"I don't know, it happened so quick," she winces.

"What happened so quick?"

"We were in the attic bringing down boxes of old shit to look for decorations, then we took some to her room and she pulled out an old hunting knife. She said her dad gave it to her. Then all of the sudden, her words were scattered and not making sense, next thing I knew half her body tensed up and she fell. Cutting her leg with the knife on the way down."

Her body is shaking, and the blood continues to seep through the wound on her forearm. Her green eyes still focus on the ceiling, I sigh, ¨Izzy...¨