Too Close For Comfort (LH) (PT1&2)

9. Not Luke

Luke was grounded, Ashton didn't stay for dinner, both our parents were furious, Jack and Connor were confused, Ben decided to eat in his room, and I ended up sleeping on the couch. That's how the night went. Absolutely terrible!

Someone kicked my foot. I wasn't asleep, but I wasn't in the mood to talk. They kicked me again, thinking they didn't get my attention the first time. Apparently they couldn't accept the idea of me sleeping, and didn't consider that I might not have wanted to talk. I shot up. Snapping from irritation, "what?"

"Why are you on the couch?" It was a little after four. Bradly was just coming in from work. He shoved my legs off the sofa, taking a seat beside me. I glared at the coffee table. What possessed him to believe now was the time to do this?

"Me and Luke are fighting," there was no point in lying. The entire house knew. That's why Luke was grounded. Not because he went to Zoey's, but because he upset me.

"What?" Bradly's jaw twitched. He scooted to the edge of the couch, glancing in the direction of the tall boys room.

"We're fighting," I repeated. I knew he heard me the first time.

"Why?" He demanded a reason, but I refused to give one, "Kaytlin?"

"Goodnight," I rolled back over, tossing my legs onto his lap.

"Kaytlin!" He shoved my feet down again. More harshly this time than the first. If Bradly was tired he wasn't now. Sometimes I think he was just looking for a reason to fight Luke.

"Can't I sleep? Please?" He didn't deserve my attitude, but that's what he was going to get. I didn't want to talk.

"You can sleep all day tomorrow."

"Then I can answer your questions all day tomorrow too," I'm not sure what Luke told everyone else, and we couldn't have two different stories going around.

"Did he hurt you?" Yes. Wasn't that obvious?

"No," I sighed, lying through my teeth, "we got into a petty argument. Things were said. Now I'm trying to sleep on the most uncomfortable couch in the world. Do you mind?"

"Very much!" If he didn't quiet down he was going to wake up the entire house. Then we'd be in trouble too.

"Drop it Bradly!" I ordered. When that didn't work I begged, "Please!" I didn't want to cause any more trouble for Luke then I already had,  or any more stress for anyone else for that matter. He took my desperate look into consideration.

"Fine," he caved, frowning. His muscular arms folded around his chest, "but I swear to god I'll rip that bastard a new one. If he's messaging with you you need to let me know."

"Will do," I huffed. He'd only been preaching this sense the day I got here, "what did he do to make you hate him so much? I mean this really can't be all about dad. What's the story?"

"Take it you didn't eat dinner," Bradly laid back into the couch, moving right past my question, "you never eat when you're upset. I don't know why you care so much about what he thinks."