A Second Chance

"her head on my chest, my hand in her hair"

Luke

I couldn't believe what just happened. 

She didn't just do that did she?

In not crying am I?

Ashton and Michael were at the coffee shop still, they got the cashier register's number and bribed her to give them extra muffins. At least that's what they texted me. Calum and I had come home, partially because I couldn't stop crying.

"Dude, you stopped crying yet?" Calum said, entering my room.

I let out a loud sob, remembering her yell. 

"GO AWAY!"

"Luke?" He said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What?" I said, sitting up.

He looked at me with a worried face. The sunlight bleed through the blinds. I squinted my eyes, trying to see. It was around 8 o'clock, and it was super sunny outside. If I wasn't crying, I would have gone to the park.

"Ash and Sara are in the Dining room." He said.

I laughed.

"Seriously, dude? Way too soon." I said.

"I'm not joking." He said with a straight face.

I sat there, thinking of what to do. I decided to stay in my room. Calum left, leaving me alone. Why was she here anyway? She told me to go away, so why'd she come back? I didn't care anymore. I laid in bed for hours.

"Knock knock." I heard a soft, faint voice say.

"Come in." I said.

She came in the room, with a tear stained face, and puffy eyes. She sat on the edge of my bed, and smiled at me. I turned to face the wall, and laid back in bed, on my side. I didn't want to talk to her, but I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to apologize, but I didn't want to. I wanted everything to be okay between us again, but how? She sighed, staying in her position. I could hear her ruffling her hair.

"Um, Luke?" She said in a faint voice.

"Yeah?" I croaked.

"I-I'm sorry. About yelling at you. I-I just-"

"No." I cut her off. "I'm sorry, for whatever I did to make you think I would hurt you."

I could hear her sniffle. She stood up and walked up to me. She sat on the floor, facing me.

"It wasn't your fault." She said, her voice cracking.

I sat up and moved over, to let her sit. She sat on the bed, and cried into my shoulder. Listening to her cry, I silently let a few tears escape.

"Why am I crying?" I asked myself out loud.

"You're crying?" She said, looking at me.

I nodded, wiping my cheeks. I smiled at her, and she smiled at me.

"I was being serious when I said that we wanted to help you." I told her, stoking her red hair.

She laid on my chest, sighing. She was light as a feather, her warmth radiating on me. The bruises on her arms were rough and bumpy, but her hands were soft like satin. Her nails were bitten off, little cuts on her fingers. I studied her hands and arms, and she didn't seem to mind it. 

"I just, I didn't want to believe it. I knew you were telling the truth." She said. "But May told me that- oh, never mind."

"May? The girl?" I asked her.

"Yeah. She snuck me out the hospital."

"Snuck you out?"

"I already went over it with the others."

"Oh. What did May tell you?"

"That you all were going to hurt me. And that no one but her could understand me, because she knew how I felt." She laughed at the last part.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing, it's just, she has no idea how I feel."

"Oh."

I wanted to ask how she felt, but it might have been to soon to ask. We sat there, in silence. I enjoyed it, and I think she did too. I stroked her hair, as she slept on my chest. Pulling the All Time Low shirt that was probably Michael's over her stomach, I noticed that from the knee and down her jeans had been cut off, showing off multiple cuts and bruises. 

I felt so comfortable, her head on my chest, my hand in her hair, so I fell asleep too.