17 days until graduation.
"I don't know what to do." I say.
Jillian sighs while hanging up her clothes. "It's okay, he does this every year. It's like a month he goes through that has horrible mood swings."
"Do you think Ethan will go through with it?" I ask.
Jillian laughs. "No chance. I don't think they would've done it even if they stayed clear of the mental hospital. Have you seen Ethan? Dude is tiny. His sumo personality is to put balance his physical appearance. He gets thinner and thinner every day. You really think he can carry out a massacre?"
It calms me down a bit hearing her say that. She has a point.
"When was the last time you were intimate?" Emma questions.
I look down at the now scars around my wrists. "We last kissed a week ago. Other than that, I guess a month or two."
They both let out a "woahhh". I think about how in love we were months ago, but now his anxiety is overriding him. Maybe I just need to wait it out. It will change after graduation. We will see each other walk across the stage. We will take cute pictures together in our cap and gown. We will spend all summer together and I will tour with him whenever they make it. We will have a bunch of dogs and no kids.
"It never got that bad for me." Emma mentions.
Jillian nods in agreement. "Me too. Maybe days but it never got to a week."
I groan in frustration. "How did you get over it?"
They look at each other.
*
I thank the girls as they drop me off. They inform me that they will pick me up if I need it. I run to the side of the house. As I make my way towards the back, I notice the light in Luke's room is on. I decide then and there to open his window. I climb through and I notice that the room is empty. I scan around. It makes my insides turn when I see the handcuffs still attached to the bedposts.
At his desk, I see 1.75 liter bottle that is about 80% empty. He also has an open notebook next to it.
His bathroom door opens and he stumbles out. He holds on to his dresser to keep himself from falling. I'm unaware if he's seen me.
"Whyre you here?" He asks in a tone that doesn't sound like him at all. He's slurring for the life of him.
Luke's been someone that could always walk straight and talk normally no matter how drunk he gets. This is out of character for him.
He stumbles across the room and almost reaches the bed, but misses it just a little bit. He falls on the ground. I immediately get up to try to help him, but he pulls me on the ground with him.
I look over at him and i see him giggling next to me.
"Did you drink all that?" I say referring to the vodka bottle on his desk.
"I think so."
I raise my eyebrows. "How are you still alive?!"
"Good question." He mumbles.
Luke turns to make eye contact with me. We just stare at each other for a couple minutes. I study his face and through the smile he shows me, all I see is brokenness. But for some reason, his soft smile seems genuine through all the that.
Our faces are inches apart, but I smell the alcohol from his lips. He reaches over to me, grabs me, and lays me on top of him. He positions my legs so I'm straddling him and holds my head close to his chest.
"What color is your dress?" Luke finally says.
I can't help but to laugh at his question. "Midnight blue."
"And you really want to go?"
I nod. I know he really doesn't. He hasn't said it himself, but he hasn't been the most excited about it. This is the first time he's brought it up. Lukes hand slides down my back and into my pants. He rests his hand over my butt.
"Blue...like my eyes?"
I burry into his neck and I blush immensely. I also want to punch him but from the way I'm laying, I can't.
"Yes," I mumble. "That color of blue."
He kisses my forehead. "Good. That's my favorite color on you anyway. I'll always remember how you looked."
I look at the time and I realize I should probably get home, but I also don't want leave Luke alone right now.
"Let's get you in bed." I say.
Luke starts to whine like a kid. "No!! I want to sleep on the ground."
I roll my eyes. "There's no way you're comfortable right now."
"If we get in the bed I'm going to cuff you then."
"The floor is fine."
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Psycho | Beatrice
Fanfiction"Luke," I cry. He interrupts me. "I need you to trust me. Please. I love you and I would never hurt you. We're going to get out of here."
