Escape To Paradise | l.h.

{Wylie}

"Who is this?" My father yells slurring his words and the smell of alcohol already circulates the room before I open my eyes.
"Wha.." I look over to see a sleepy Luke looking just as confused as me as the t.v. Statics. "This is Luke remember?" I ask loud enough for him to hear me.
He grabs a hold of the wall kicking off his shiny black shoes and hastily shrugging his suit jacket off throwing it to the floor. "I didn't give you permission to have some loser boy come over." He burbs loudly stumbling towards the stair railing and holding onto it for support.
"Luke, you should go." I whisper to him.
"I'll be here tomorrow around six." He says awkwardly and bolts towards the door. With one look back he gives me a small smile and shuts the front door behind him softly.
"Wylie, Wylie, Wylie." My dad shakes his head disapprovingly. "What the hell is wrong with you? You know I don't like those people. Especially that Luke kid. Did he touch you? He pull it out and do things to you?" He mutters as he begins undoing his belt. "Punishment will teach you little girl. I'm not raising a whore." He snaps loudly.
For some reason, this time I'm not scared. I stand up and throw the black blanket onto the recliner. I walk towards him purposefully all traces of fear that might have been inside of me are erased for a moment. I stand in front of him and look into his dilated brown bloodshot eyes. I suck in a sharp breathe and wrap my small arms around his neck not giving him the time to get his belt out from his belt loops. Shocked, he doesn't react but groans as if annoyed. I pull away and smile.
"I'm going to bed." And start for the stairs with a victory smile perched on my lips.
"No." He grabs my wrist pulling me down two steps on the stairs. I stumble back miss my footing and crash on my butt to the ground. I yelp a little. "I said I'm going to punish you." He looks at me darkly with a clenched jaw.
"Go ahead." I breathe loudly standing up and face him.
"Excuse me?" He gives me a puzzled look like he had just been kicked in the throat.
"I said go ahead. Do your worst. I don't care anymore."
"I-I'm baffled." With his left hand, he rubs both of his eyes and looks at me closely. "Turn around." He growls.
I close my eyes as I slowly spin so that my back was to him. I liked not being able to see. At least then I can't see his face. I hear his belt rustle. He starts humming a familiar tune and once I put one and one together I begin to cry. You Are My Sunshine. My mother would sing it to me before I fell asleep or whenever I needed to hear it. But with my dad, he hums it darkly and not beautiful like my mother as if he's mocking me. A knot forms in my stomach and my body tenses as the first blow is delivered to the back of my thigh. Seven slashes hit my back making me squeal from the pain. My fists ball up until I know my knuckles are ghost white and I bite hard down on my bottom lip. One after another. I take them until my knees buckle and hit the hardwood floor hard causing a lot thump underneath me. I lay down in the fetal position and sob until my face is soaked and a small puddle forms on the floor. Soon he stumbles back. With a loud burp, I hear the belt drop. I open my eyes to see his bulky figure stumble towards the kitchen and fall face first on the white marble floor. Before I move I listen closely to make sure he's actually passed out and soon hear low long snores rumble through the quiet house. I get up slowly wincing and scrunching up my face from the excruciating pain. I tip toe quietly up the twenty steps and close my door quietly behind me as I enter my dark room. I let out a low sigh and wipe my face. I sit on the edge of the bed facing the window breathing deeply to catch my loss of breathe. I look up to see a figure in the window of the upstairs room of the neighbors house. I look closely to determine it was Luke.
It hadn't been the first time I had seen him like this. He looks as if he was dying to do something. Anything to help me but couldn't bring himself to do anything. I didn't mind though. If it were him I probably would turn my cheek to him and pretend I was oblivious. He waves a little. I brig my sore arm up a little and wiggle my fingers slowly at him. He then scribbles something down on his desk and holds it against the window. Being the curious person that I am, I walk slowly towards my window and squint my eyes to make out the words on the white notebook paper.
"Are you okay?" It read sloppily.
Instead of writing my reply on a piece of paper I nod my head yes and soon discover few tears slips down my red hot cheeks. He frowns slightly and I could tell that he knew I was lying. He leans back down and writes something on another piece of paper. As if smacking the paper on the glass of his square window, he smiles a little.
"Dinner will be your escape tomorrow." He grins widely.
I couldn't help but smile like a goofball. I hold up my finger telling him to give me a second. I jog quickly over to my desk beside my bed and grab multiple sheets of construction paper since I didn't have any note book paper. The jar of markers on my desk persuades me into choosing a deep purple one. I hurry back to the window and write my response on the yellow paper.
"Guide me to paradise." I smile widely as I turn the paper over for him to see.
He squints his eyes and a huge smile forms on his lips. Writing his response, he messes up and wads the paper up causing a small giggle to escape my lips. He shrugs at me as if apologizing. The second try was a success as he hold the paper up to the window.
"Goodnight beautiful." Was written nicely. More nice then the sloppy others.
I scribble my response quickly and slap my paper against the cool glass. "Goodnight paradise." I close my eyes as I smile and open them again to see him smiling wider then previously and waving frantically at me. I wave back and close my lavender curtains smiling like a goober.
As I lay in bed thoughts consume my night. Luke could be my paradise. My escape from my hard cold dreadful reality. During the day, I'd have fun. I'd live again and feel free. At night I would be able to endure my father much better. He wouldn't have to know. Dinner would be fun. Liz was like a second mother so I look forward to seeing her. This time as I search for sleep, I imagine my blankets as Luke cuddling me and singing me to sleep like he used to.
*morning*
"I'm not coming home tonight. I've got an overnight trip to this place and I'll be gone for a couple day." My sober father drinks his black coffee straight and quickly while reading the news paper he clutches loosely.
I prefer him like this. His hair is sleeked back with copious amounts of strong smelling gel. His cologne is strong too which mixes with the smell of his gel. His shiny big watch looks nice on his wrist. His suit is clean and black. If no one knew they'd think he was a hot shot and not think he sells books for a living. He used to say dress for the job you want and not the job you have. When he's sober his brown eyes are lighter and never look directly at me as if he remembered the night before and felt bad which probably isn't the case. I chew slowly on my toast trying to seem as small as possible sitting at the kitchen table with him.
"A few hundred dollars is in the cookie jar. Use it wisely and there better be money left when I get home." He threatens folding his news paper up loudly, standing up, and throwing it away in the trash can. I gulp loudly trying to swallow my dry toast.
Without another word, he grabs his brown leather suit case and walks out of the door. I quickly follow him and lock both the dead bolt and chain lock. Seeing that it was only eleven I draw myself a hot steaming bath that fogs up the mirrors on the wall. As I take off my clothes pain shoot through my sore body and I groan of the texture of the fabric on my sensitive skin. A full body mirror is against the wall beside the door and I stand in front of it after turning the water off. I give myself a disgusting look. The bruise on my face could be touched up with make up to make it less noticeable. The other ones all over my body seem to mock me. Some are brown and fading. Others are bright purple and blue laughing at me. I cuss under my breathe as I direct my attention to the bath. I walk slowly to the white shiny tub and dip my toes in submerging slowly. Relief soon washes over my body and relaxation consumes me. Instead of thoughts roaming my mind as they typically do, my mind is blank. Long enough for me to enjoy myself.
As my fingers turn into raisins, I decide to step out of the warm water. The clock above the foggy mirrors reads two o'clock. I wrap my blue towel tight around my body and set out my make up from the drawers of the white cabinets. I look at the products menacingly because they haven't been used in ages. For a second I question if I even know how to use them anymore. I start with my foundation rubbing it lightly over my face. The bruise is still pretty visible so I use some powder to cover it up a little more. I glance in the mirror and smile dumbly at myself for making the bruise almost vanish. Next, I apply brown eyeshadow with a brush and look proudly once again at myself for already looking so lively. I wipe a few wet strands of hair that had fallen in front of my face and tuck them behind my ear. I trace on a thin line of black eyeliner making sure the lines match and were perfect. Not recognizing yourself is weird to me. I look different but beautiful to say the least. Mascara is flicked on next and I add a few strokes of blush to my profound cheek bones. Satisfied, I begin blow drying my hair and let the warm air bounce off of my chest and neck. Once dry, I curl my hair a little giving it just a little bit of a wave. Even though I know I can't seen myself all the way, I spin slowly as if someone were looking at me. I bite my lip smiling a little.
The clock reads five already and I basically run up the stairs with the towel half falling off of my curvy body. I throw the towel on my purple sheets and nakedly rummage through my closet. Finding the perfect outfit, I literally jump several times around the room to squeeze into my dark blue skinny jeans that complimented my curves I had gotten from my mother. I buckle my bra in the front and shrug into a white shirt with black sleeves. I sit at my desk and go through my jewelry in my jewelry box bringing out a locket my mom had given to me before she left. I clip it in the back with a little trouble and hold it between my thumb and first finger. Unconsciously, I bring it to my lips and it's as if I'm kissing my mother on the cheek again. I stuff my phone in my back pocket and slip into my black converse. I skip down the stairs missing every other one and gaze at the clock on the wall. Ten minutes till six. My stomach begins to flip and flop. My hands begin to sweat as I patiently wait on the couch for Luke. A loud knock begins at the door and a smile stretches across my face. I get up and unlock the door, swinging it open slowly. Luke's mouth drops open as his eyes gaze at me up and down. As if he had never seen a girl before in his life.
"You look..." He scratches the back of his neck nervously. "You look beautiful." He blushes, his cheeks turning a bright red. "Really beautiful."
I had to admit, he looks amazing. A blue and black flannel draped over his broad shoulders. Tight black skinny jeans groped his legs. His blonde hair stood perfectly erect and his piercing blue eyes causes my insides to melt to my feet. And a silver necklace with an antler dangling from the chain.
"You don't look so bad yourself." I bite my lip.
"Dinners almost ready." He smiles holding out his arm for me to take. I hold onto his bicep and am surprised by house muscular he is.
"Shall we?" I ask smiling up at him.
"We shall." He says with a chuckle.
As we approach the familiar yet so foreign house, my stomach flips wildly and my hand grips his bicep tighter then intended. He senses my hesitations as my feet still in front of the bright red colored door that was once a light blue. I inhale deeply looking down at my feet and mentally curse my nerves for surfacing so quickly. We hadn't even stepped foot through his house and my pulse was already beating quickly as I could hear it in my ears. He looks at me with a frown and places his arm around my waist lightly. I ignore the light pain of the bruise he's touching and make eye contact with the blue blonde boy.
"Don't be nervous, Wylie. My mom couldn't stop talking about you all last night and today." He smiles reassuringly causing me to relax a bit. "Just like old times, yeah?" He pulls me closer into his side furthering my relaxation and putting most of my nerves at bay.
"Yeah." I smile a little turning my attention to the door. "I'm okay now."
"Perfect." He bites his lip and places his pale hand on the golden door knob.
As the door opens, the scent from Liz's cooking overwhelms me. Physically and emotionally. It felt like it had been ages since I had gotten a huge whiff of her home cooked meals and threatened tears to spill from my sockets. Ignoring the tears, I sniff more deeply closing my eyes at the smell. Once I open them I examine his house that I hadn't been in in years upon years. A flat screen tv was hanging on the wall along with shelves and books perched on them. The walls had numerous family photos and looking closely even one of Luke as I when we were really little and still in diapers. I blush at the thought of not having a shirt on in that picture. Luke urges me forward gently with his arm still around my waist. I give him a smile and soon sync my feet with his towards the enormous kitchen Liz had always spent most of her time in. I stand awkwardly watching Liz concentrate on decoratively icing a cake totally in the zone I enjoyed seeing her in.
Luke clears his throat loudly. "Mom."
Her head snaps in our direction and her eyes become wide. Her blonde hair gracefully drapes over her shoulders. Her fingers cover her mouth in surprise and tears begin to slide down her red flustered cheeks. Without much thought, I run up to her and wrap my limps around her neck tightly. She smelled the same as she always did and it made memories tumble through my head causing it to spin. Her cries muffle softly in the crook of my neck. A few tears drip down my face and onto her gray shirt she was wearing. I refused to release her because I didn't want this moment to end. Reluctantly, I pull away looking into her red puffy blue eyes I admired.
"You've grown up. God I've missed you so much Wylie." She laughs a little pulling me back into her.
"I missed you too mom." My voice cracks a little as I hold her tight.
We pull away and she sits with Luke and I at the dinner table completely forgetting about her cake. "H-how have you been dear?" She looks at me heartbreakingly. I knew what she meant.
"I'm okay." I smile a little at her. "No need to worry." I grab her hand and hold it in mine.
"I just feel so terrible." She shakes her head sniffling a bit. "We could have helped you a long time ago. I was just scared." She looks at me as if it were her fault.
"It's okay mom." I let her know. "I'm okay. I'm almost eighteen and I'll be out of that hell hole." I chuckle a little.
"Good." She nods slightly.
"Wylie?" A male voice erupts from the kitchen door frame. A voice I thought I wouldn't hear again.
"Seriously?" Another one erupts making my heart flip. "I didn't think you'd actually come!"
"Ben! Jack!" I spring out on the wooden chair and run towards them both wrapping both of my arms around their necks.
"It's so good to see you." Ben breathes.
"It's been what? Six, seven years?" Jack laughs slightly as I pull away from both of them.
"Isn't she beautiful." Liz adds. I blush at her comment and direct my eyes at Luke who had a smile on his face as if silently agreeing.
"Yeah." Ben blushes. "You've uh, you're grown up." He awkwardly says scratching the back of his neck.
Immediately I feel luke beside me and rest his hand on my hip. "I need to show you something." He whispers in my ear. I nod smiling.
"Mom, we'll be back." Luke says as he guides me to the stairs.
"I'll call out when dinners ready. Maybe ten minutes left."
"Thank you." I tell her sweetly and follow luke up the stairs and into his room that I missed.
Posters scatter the walls. Every inch of space was covered expect his light switch and half of his ceiling. His dresser had high stacks of CDs mounted on top of it and few clothes covered the floor. His beloved guitar he got when he was five was on a pedestal in the corner by his bed. I silently wonder if he ever learned how to play it and if he was any good if he could. My eyes intently scan ever inch of his room until I thought I had memorized it all. He lays on his bed with his hand on his stomach and sighs softly.
"It's been forever since I've been in here." I say as I sit on the edge of the bed with one leg underneath me.
"Looks a lot different." He laughs a little running his hand through his hair and biting his lip.
"You didn't have to really show me something did you?" I challenge him with my eyes refusing to let a smile fall on my lips.
He gulps loudly making his Adam's apple bob. "No. I just, Ben was..." He shakes his head looking up at the ceiling.
"I get it." I nod a little feeling a tad awkward that Luke had gotten jealous for some reason because of Ben. "Anyway, can you play?" I point to the white and black guitar sitting beautifully in the corner.
"Yes I can actually." He chuckles lowly.
"Show me." I offer my voice turning into a whisper.
"O-okay." He nods awkwardly and stands up picking the guitar up by the neck. "I'm not that great at it." He blushes a little sitting the instrument in his lap. I crawl across to the other side of the bed sitting next to him.
He plucks a few strings and quickly tunes them. My anticipation is at an all time high waiting for him to play. He strums a few times. Satisfied with the sound, he behind playing. Immediately a smile spreads across my face once I figure out the song. I Miss You by Blink 182. I sway as he plays. Out of no where he begins to sing. And not just sing I mean really sing. His voice was like none other I had ever heard before. If I had to guess I wouldn't have pegged him as a singer nor a guitar player. I hum softly to the words and decide to sing along with him. Once I do he looks at me surprised. I smile at him as the words flow out of my mouth and rest my head on his broad shoulder. When the song ends he doesn't move but exhales contently. The silence was peaceful like it always had been before.
"I really did miss you Wylie." He whispers looking down at his guitar.
"I missed you too." I say softly.
I pick my head off of his shoulder and look into his deep darkening eyes. The darkest I had ever seen them. Before I know it he leans in placing his arm around my waist. My breathe hitches in my throat at the simplest of contact and I lean in slowly. I had imagined what it would be like to kiss luke multiple times. Whether it was a kiss on the cheek or the lips or Ben on the top of my hand. My hearts starts pounding loud and quickly and I was almost certain he could hear it. Before our lips could make contact a voice yells at us.
"Dinners ready kids!" Liz calls. "Wash up and come down."
Awkwardly we sit there staring at each other. I stand up quickly and walk to the bathroom not even bothering waiting for him. Luke couldn't be my boyfriend and I couldn't develop a crush on this kid. My life is hectic enough and he doesn't need to be brought into it. Friends is what we are so friends is what we will remain to be. After I wash my hand thoroughly, I race down the stairs, again not worrying if Luke was following. I enter the kitchen and am greeted by Andrew smiling sweetly from the dining room table.
"What a fine women you've become." He grins standing up and wrapping his arms around me.
Instinctively I hug him tightly. "Getting some grey hair old man." Everyone erupts into a fit of laughter including him as we pull away. With out looking at me, luke sits down at the table and rests his cheek in his hand.
"You just wait." Andrew laughs. "One of these days you'll be a white haired old lady."
I sit down beside Ben and Luke. "I'm sure when that day comes I'll look better with it." He laughs loudly.
"Still a little firecracker." He smiles sweetly. "Missed you kid."
"Missed you too." I smile looking down at the table.
"Jack, would you be a dear and help me bring the food out?" Liz asks from the kitchen.
"Coming mother." He calls back standing up and pushing his chair in.
"So luke." Andrew begins. "How many colleges have you applied to?" He takes a drink of the glass of water he had and sits in on the table. I look at Luke who still has his eyes on the table.
"How many?" Andrew asks again causing Luke's cheeks to turn a bright red.
"Two." He finally says.
Andrew shakes his was disapprovingly. "You're a smart kid luke. You should be applying to a ton more of schools."
"Luke here wants to be a musician." Ben laughs mockingly at what he said but it wasn't funny.
"I can see it." I say softly looking at Ben and Andrew who look at me surprised. "He's an amazing singer. Also can play guitar really well." I defend Luke.
"But it won't get him anywhere." Ben retorts. "He could be a lawyer or a college teacher but no." Ben drags out the no.
"If he tried hard enough it could take him everywhere. Have a little faith Ben." I pat his shoulder.
"Tonight we will be having chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, mixed veggies, salad and for dessert I made a red velvet cake because I know it's your favorite Wylie." Liz smiles as her and Jack quickly set the steaming food on the light colored wooden table.
"Thank you." I smile.
"You all may dig in." Liz announces.
Without hesitation, we all pass around the food to each other like families should. It was a nice thing to come to, to get away from home. Luke hasn't said a word since his father brought up college and I don't blame him. I eat quickly and almost forgot I hadn't ate since this morning. Andrew looks at me with tender eyes.
"How have you been dear?"
Everyone seems to look at me. "I've been good." I tell him. "I promise."
"Thought about what college you'd go to?" He asks shoving a spoon of mashed potatoes in his mouth.
"Actually, college isn't my thing. I just can't see myself at one." I tell him honestly.
"I could get you applications and what not." He offers. Liz gives him a disapproving look. "You and Luke could sit down and fill them out together."
"Drew." Liz scolds. "We're having dinner. Not talking about colleges."
"I was just saying honey." He retorts.
"Eat." She demands. He rolls his eyes shoving food into his mouth.
"Dad's a college nut case right now." Ben whispers to me.
After having seconds and two pieces of cake, I offered to do dishes. Liz rejected my request but through persistent offering she lets me as long as Luke helps. We both silently take the dishes into the kitchen and pile them on the counter neatly. Without a word luke runs the water and squirts soap into the deep sink. Liz lets us know that she is going to bed and to keep it down. I agree and luke nods his head. Luke was acting weird and putting my mood in a funk as I submerge the dirty dishes into the flowery smelling water.
"What's up with you?" I ask him quietly so no one else could hear.
With a shake of his head he answers. "Nothing."
"I know when you're lying. If it's about college, you do what you want to do. It's your life. Do something with it that you love." I tell him truthfully.
"Kind of hard when your dad won't pay for college unless it's what he wants." He rinses the Dishes as I wash them and set them in the other sink to my right.
"That's why you find a way. If you want it bad enough, you'll always find a way."
He looks at me this time. Only expressionless. Then I realized that wasn't the only thing bothering him. I stop washing and put my hand up to my mouth. He looks down sadly at his feet and takes a couple small steps back as if d thought he were standing too close.
"Luke.." I whisper removing my hand from my mouth. "You're upset because of what uh happened upstairs?" I question feeling like an asshole.
"Don't worry about it." He starts drying the rinsed dishes with an orange hand towel.
"I-I'm sorry. You know we can't, were friends, we can't, yeah." I awkwardly shove my hands back into the water and start quickly washing the dishes.
"You leaned in too." He mummers stacking a few white plates with the others in the cabinets.
"I wasn't thinking." I shake my head placing clean dishes in the sink. "Can we just forget about it?" I ask quietly searching his face for any emotion.
Without saying a words or looking at me he nods. Finally, in silence, we finish the dishes. Everyone had went to their rooms and vacated the living room leaving Luke and I alone with awkward tension between us. I sit on the couch with a huff and he sits in the love seat that's caddy corner from the plush black couch. I pat the side of the couch to signify him to sit next to me but he shakes his head gazing at the tv that was playing an old spongebob rerun. I sigh loudly throwing my head back on the couch.
"Come on." I beg pouting my lip out. It used to work when we were kids and I knew it still had some effect on him.
"No." He says sternly.
"Pretty, pretty pwease?" I beg scooting down the couch closer to where the love seat was. He shakes his head slightly keeping his attention on the tv.
"Wiff a cherry on top and whip cream and spwinkes and wiff chocolate syrup." I pout harder now finally standing in front of him.
"I have a request." He finally looks up at me with a serious expression carved on his face. I look down at him.
"Anything as long as you quit mopping and sit with me." I tell him.
"Kiss me. Just once. Any way you want." He says. "So I know that these feelings I think I have aren't anything." He stands up his height towering over me.
I look at him surprised for a second and nod my head gulping loudly. "Anyway I want?" I question arching an eye brow.
"Anyway. Anywhere." He says simply.
Like I said, I've thought about this quite a bit. So I take his large hand into mine and drag him up the never ending stairs. I guide him to his room and shut and lock his door behind me. I take his hand back into mine and direct him to sit on his bed with his back against his head board. I turn off the light and turn on the dim lamp on his desk. I take off my shoes so they won't be on his bed.
"I've thought about this before." I shyly tell him looking down at my hands. His hands grip his dark blue bed sheets. "How I'm going to kiss you is how I've imagined it." I let him know biting my lip. I look lustfully at him as he does to me.
He gulps loudly looking at me with waiting eyes. Getting up the amount of courage I needed, I walk slowly towards his bed. I dig my knees into the side of his bed as I crawl on top of him straddling him. No words are spoken which makes this even more real then I had thought it would be. Slowly, I run my fingers through his hair messing it up just enough. His breathe hitches in his throat at the contact and blinks patiently. I tuck my bangs behind my right ear and look at him eagerly. I bring my small fingers up to his cheeks and graze them over his stubble that I immediately found attractive. He close his eyes and a small sigh releases from his agape mouth. I run my fingers down his neck and place them lightly on his muscular chest. I take a deep breathe and bring my face closer to his. I place a soft delicate kiss on his slightly sweaty forehead. I place another soft kiss on his nose. And two on both of his cheeks. His hands lightly run up my thighs and stop at my hips as if to keep me in place. I ignore his growing friend underneath me and hover my lips over his. As I connect our lips his arms wrap around my waist and back pulling me flush against his chest and I realized then how strong he was. Our lips collide and he breathes heavily out of his nose. His fingers draw unique patterns over the skin on my lower back. My fingers find the back of his neck and lace with the hair they came in contact with. His tongue lightly grazes over my bottom lip as he slows the kiss down. My hands run through his messy hair and his hand travels up my back and lightly he places it around the back of my neck. All my sense of thinking runs out of my mind and my head is a hazy dizzy mess. I felt high or drunk kissing luke. Intoxicated by him. Adrenaline pumps through every vein I had in my body. I pull away finally, resting my forehead on his sweaty forehead. Our breathes are uneven and shaking mixing with one another's. I open my eyes to notice his are still closed. As I begin to get up, he pulls me back down on to him and rests his face and the side of his cheek on my upper chest.
"Please." He whispers, his voice deep and husky. "You can't leave now." Instinctively, I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my cheek on the top of his head breathing in his intoxicating scent.
"Why not?" I ask quietly.
"Because I think I just fell in love with you." He mummers. His voice vibrates my chest sending my heart flopping. He places a soft peck on my collar bone and closes his eyes.
"You know we can't..." He cuts me off.
"I know. Just let me enjoy this." He whispers. "This is what I've been dreaming about for years." He sighs shifting so that he's laying fully against the bed.
I sit up and decide to stay. I slowly lay down on top of him laying my head on his chest. Listening to his heart beating quickly and unevenly. I lay here and think of what I had just done. I filled luke with the hope of something becoming of us. How can I love someone else or fall for someone when I barely know and love myself? But if I had to admit, laying here with this boy, I felt safe. I felt protected. For the first night in many nights I forgot about my father. The way luke had held me gave me hope. The way he lightly touched his finger tips to me showed me that he was scared to hurt me. Soon, he begins to a snore loudly. His arms loosen around my body and I decide I should go home. I knew my father wouldn't be home but how would we explain to Liz why his door was locked and we were both in here? I get up slowly trying not to wake him up. I turn off his lamp and blindingly slip my shoes on one foot at a time. I unlock the door quietly and am thankful the door doesn't squeak like it used to. Before I get halfway out of the door luke speaks.
"I knew it was too good to be true." He rumbles.
Tears threaten to spill from my eyes. "G-goodnight Luke." I whisper. He groans but doesn't reply.
I shut his door quietly hoping no one is awake. Luckily, everything is quiet and I sneak out of the house smoothly. I jog to my house opening the door and slamming it shut. I kick my shoes off and watch them blindingly fly in the air landing where ever they pleased. As I get to my room, I strip quickly and fall into bed. Feelings were developing against my dismay. The kiss replays in my brain for hours until sleep finally eats at me until I decide to let it swallow me for the night.

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Long, long chapter that I hope you all enjoy.
Also I wanna say the reason I got so detailed with her doing her make up and what not was because I thought it was important for her to see how gorgeous she was and I Know when I do my make up I feel ten times better about myself .
Also, I was thinking it'd be cool or kinda nice to answer questions because so you guys could get to know me . I also love getting to know my favorite authors.
Ps, stay awesome lovelies.
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