Luke's POV
~2 months later~
I place the final books on my bookcase and take to last box to the garage. It's been two months since my mom and Mike split up.
I don't remember the last time any of us were this happy.
It has also been two months since I kissed Lacey. We've hung out everyday at lunch and I watch her during classes. She seems happy. Like really genuinely happy. But then again, she looked like that before.....
She hasn't told me everything, I don't think so, because not everything is matching.
She had a decent childhood until her dad stated being mean. Her dad's an alcoholic. Her best friend committed suicide. She has anxiety and is constantly alert. She gets bullied. But there are somethings unexplained. Her disorder. Where does that come into place?
She hasn't been to school in a week though. I have been freaking out. I talk to my friends and they think she's probably just sick, but I don't think so...
I've been texting her repeatedly and she won't return any of them.
After school, I go to the park. It's been my favorite place since the day Lace and I were here.
I walk to a bench where there is a girl. I usually don't see people I recognize here, but I knew who is was. Her perfect hair cascaded down her small back.
I walk up to the girl from behind and wrap my arms around her shoulders. Ignoring her startled reaction, I whisper in her ear, "My beautiful Lace...."
I didn't expect her reaction this time. She turned her head, and said, "No, I'm not Luke."
I grunted in annoyance, letting go of her to walk around the bench. I knew something was wrong, but I have some pretty bad vibes about this. For instance, it was 80 degrees outside, but she was wearing a sweater. She had her head down when I faced her front.
"Lacey, look at me please."
She grunted in response.
"Lacey, look. At. Me," I punctuated each word, letting her know I wasn't messing around.
"Fine," she said bluntly, exposing her face. Her bruised face, her blood stained nose. Her perfect little nose....
"Oh my..." I cupped her face in my hands, careful not to hurt her.
"Who did this Lacey?" I hated that I sounded as if I was begging.
She was about to answer my when her phone tweeted.
She gasped as tears welled in her eyes when ashe read whatever message she just received, and shoved passed me, picking up a sprint.
"LACEY!" I shouted, following after her.
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What This Is
NouvellesShe cannot be fixed. He knows this. But he will try to fix her anyways. He doesn't believe he's perfect. She knows this. But she will try to make him feel it anyways. They only have each other. They just don't know it yet.
