Run

Emma

You know those weird dreams you wake up and think that would never happen to me. Well this wasn't that, it actually did happen. My whole fucking life feels like that, but I wake up and it's real.

I could hear voices, one familiar repeating my name. "Emma, are you ok?" I could hear Luke hollering for them to call 911, but before they could I tried sitting up, maybe too quickly, as the room was spinning. I had somehow made it to a different room at this point. "Emma, I thought something bad had happened. I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if something happened to you." I open my eyes a little more and the room slowly stops spinning. I look at Luke and everything that happens just comes to realization and I instantly feel sick.

"Luke, I need to go." I try standing up, but instantly am pulled down by him. "No, Emma, you aren't going anywhere. You need to be watched. I am not letting you leave without me."

I don't argue as I don't know if I could walk right now. Luke ushers everyone out of the room and grabs me a water as I lie back down and closed my eyes. He grabs my feet and puts them in his lap. As the spinning slows down I look around and start to take in the room. The room is red with a black couch. I giggled because Tuck and I had talked about Luke making it big and that he was off making millions and had a little red room of pain like you hear about in those raunchy books. He was such a player growing up, so it only made since that he was a big star sexing up every female he came in contact with. I couldn't help but giggle at the thought of Tuck and I laying in bed guessing what our friends were up to.

Luke rubs my head with his hands while looking concerned, "you're laughing?"

"You wouldn't know if that was laugh or not because you have been MIA for the last couple years. You know nothing about me anymore. I am leaving without you in just a little. I refuse to sit here all night with you. I am fine, just a little woozy."

"Emma, a 250 pound man just elbowed you and knocked you out. I am not letting you go anywhere; plus I need to talk to you about some things." He looked at me with genuine concern.

"Luke, there's nothing to explain. You ran off, became a very famous country musician and forgot your friends. You came back 6 months after your best friend's death because you felt horrible and thought that by telling me you are sorry would make you feel better. So you can give me an apology all you want but I am not forgiving you."

You could see hesitation in his eyes as if there was more to say, but I think he knew there was nothing else that could say that would convince me otherwise. Instead, he followed with, "you're right. But I am not letting you go anywhere for 24 hours. You likely have a mild concussion and will have to be monitored by someone."

I sat up, slowly, and got up,"see I am fine." At that moment everything was still spinning and I fell over when Luke grabbed me. I don't know if it was me or the concussion, but in this moment I started to realize Luke, physically. Not the traits I had always known, but that he had got muscles and almost seemed taller. Luke had brown hair, but piercing blue eyes. He was a player through school and still is according to the paparazzi. In this moment my body felt small next to his and I think he realized I was noticing all of this and sat me down on the couch.

"I think you need to rest E, I can watch you and then I'll take you back home." First off, I hadn't heard anyone call me E since Tucker passed. Tucker and Luke were really the only two who ever did call me that. Second of all holy crap was I just checking out my dead husband's best friend. Ok maybe I did need to rest. I laid back and my darkness took over again.