A Bond Never Broken

Chapter 7

Caroline's POV

"Why the hell was Luke Bryan looking at you the whole time during that song?" Chris spat as we walked into our hotel room.

"I don't know, Chris! What do you think I'm going to do? Go up and ask him? Of course not!" I yelled.

My head pounded as I rubbed my temples. The alcohol had given me a headache and all of this hollering sure wasn't helping one bit. Couples fight all the time right? But we weren't a couple. I really don't consider us that anymore. Chris is just a drunken, woman beating asshole who doesn't deserve me. I will end this tonight. I will do whatever it takes. I can't be afraid anymore.

"Did you hear me, Caroline?" Chris yelled in an aggravated tone.

I turned around and looked in his eyes, pointing a finger at him. "No, I didn't. I was too busy in my own dang thoughts trying to figure out how to do this." I sneered.

"Do what, Caroline?"

I ignored him and walked to the closets. I threw open the doors and grabbed handfuls of clothing off of the racks. I threw them in his suitcase in a disordered way.

"What the fuck are you doing, Caroline?!" He hollered.

"Haha," I took a long satisfying breath, "what I should have done a long, long time ago- kick you out of my life!" I laughed like I was demented.

"Oh, but you can't do that. You're mine now and I'll leave when I want to. Besides, call the cops and you have something coming for you!"

I picked up his suitcase and wheeled it to the door and opened it. "Get your fucking luggage and leave. I will call the cops if you ever associate me, my family, or my friends in your sick and twisted ways again."

He shook his head and crossed his arms. "I'm not leaving."

"But the hell you are!" I yelled shoving his bag into his arms, causing him to stumble into the hallway.

"Fine, but this is certainly not over!" Chris yelled.

Chris got into the elevator across the hall and was gone. I shut the door and locked it, instantly sliding down to the floor. I covered my face with my hands and let the tears fall. No matter how brave I just acted, I was still scared of everyone I knew live's, as well as my own.

For a moment, I wished for someone to be here to hold me and comfort me. Someone to say, "I'll protect you, darling. There's no need to worry. You have me and it'll be alright." For an instant, my mind flashed to Luke holding me right now. I yearned to be in his arms. I wanted nothing more than that.

I jumped up from the ground. I shuffled over to the desk and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. I wrote a note telling Brooke not to worry. I left it where she could find it and hastily ran to the elevator. I pressed the button, but it was taking too long.

"Dammit," I whispered.

I looked around and saw a flight of stairs. Actually, five flights of stairs. I was on the fifth floor of the resort hotel. Screw it, I thought. What were a few calories burned? I needed him now. I quickly, but safely, jogged down the steps. The receptionist smiled at me but frowned when she saw the tears and how much of a rush I was in.

"Are you okay, ma'am?"

I was halfway out the door, but I was going to be polite. I smiled. "Yes, I am. Thank you, I just need to be in the love of my life's arms right now."

She smiled and nodded. I returned the gesture but rushed through the doors. It took me ten minutes at the running speed I was going to get to Luke's bus. I'm sure I was a sight to people as I ran the beach. Messed up makeup, tangled hair, tears flowing. I'm sure I was a crazy scene.