I Trusted You

Chapter 32.

Jasleena

Two weeks had gone by. I returned to work the Monday after Thanksgiving. It's been a smooth two weeks, with work, hanging with Luka and debating my trip back to my parents house for Christmas. I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do. Because I didn't want to spend so much time away from Luka. I was starting to feel happier around him. And I knew that going to my parents house I'd bump into Paola and it would have just put me in such an uncomfortable place. I didn't want that. I wanted a peaceful evening, an evening spent in good company and some comfort. I planned to speak to Luka about it and see what he thought.

It was Friday and Luka and I had a movie date tonight. Then he was going to come over and hang a little longer. Everyday he made sure I knew my worth. He'd compliment me, even when I looked a mess. He'd constantly say how he appreciated the fact that I gave him a chance. He would constantly say he'd earn my trust fully. And In all honesty I believed him. He was perfect, in every way possible. He treated me well, never urged me to do anything I didn't want to do. Never forced me to like or dislike anything, nor do anything. A true gentleman.

I was on my way home when I was getting an incoming call. Luka. "Hey, I'm driving. What's up?" Silence. "Hello? Luka?" Nothing. I was about to hang up when someone spoke. "Stay away from him, he's mine." She hung up. I dropped the phone in shock. Who was that? What did she mean? About Luka... Was he playing with me and my feelings? Has he always been playing with me? I instantly started crying. I had to pull over because I couldn't properly see. I grabbed my phone and texted him. "Cancel tonight." Was all I said. Nothing more. Nothing less.

I got home, turned off my phone, and went for a bath. I needed to be alone. I needed to distract my mind. I felt as if someone stabbed me. I knew I needed to let Luka defend himself if he was innocent. But at that moment, I couldn't. I was afraid it'd be true. I was afraid he was lying to me the entire time. Afraid he'd place me in the same dark hole he took me out of. Why me? Couldn't I catch a break? Haven't I dealt with enough? Eventually, I got out of the bath, threw on some underwear and a big y-shirt and made my way to the kitchen. While in the kitchen, I heard someone knocking on my door.