Finally Free

Chapter 5 - Luke

Hiding in the brushes, watching my girl walk off with Chad laughing and giggling. Made me want to smash Chad's face in but killing Chad wouldn't help me with Rochelle. She is furious with me and I don't blame her. If only I could tell her why we can't be together right now. But I have to keep everyone safe and stick to the plan until I find a better one. "Luke?" I heard a harsh voice that turned into a soft voice that irritated my life so much. "Carrie? What are you doing here?" She smiled and pulled me out of the brush.

"What were you doing in the brushes?" She said as her voice got deep and harsh again. "We have a deal, Luke, you date me and I keep you and your band visible for the world to see. So keep your feelings for Rochelle in check or I will make her pay." I felt those last words in my soul and it made me shiver. "You don't have to worry about Elle, she is dating Chad now." I felt my heart break with every word I said. Then Carrie disappeared and I went back into the garage. "Where did Elle go?" I asked knowing she was with Chad, as I walked into the garage where Alex, Julie, Fylnn, and Reggie were sitting on the couch watching a movie. "Shhhh, this is the good part," Reggie said as I sat on the carpet in front of the couch.

As we were sitting there watching Deadpool, all I could think of was what Chad could be doing with Elle right now. Was he kissing her, hugging her, making her fall in love with him, or putting his arms or hands on her? Why am I doing this to myself? I need to get her out of my system, I have to in order to keep everyone safe. I got up and went into my room that Julie's dad built in the garage when we moved in. Sitting on my bed I went and pulled out my music/letterbox. I've been writing Rochelle letters since I met her. But no one knows but me and the guy that we don't speak of. I would never say his name. But I write when I feel overwhelmed about my feelings for Elle.

I started writing when I heard a soft knock on my door. "Yeah," I yelled because I was too lazy to get up. "Can I come in," it was Elle. I guess I was writing longer than I thought. "Elle? What do you want? I thought you hated me and didn't want to talk to me anymore." It got quiet on the other side of the door. "Elle?" I said as I got up and walked to the door. I opened it and all I saw was a teary-eyed girl. "Come in I guess we can talk about Chad," Rochelle looked at him and said, "It's not Chad we need to talk about. It's us and our special relationship or friendship, I don't know what we have anymore." Rochelle came in and I shut the door behind us. "Look I want to be with you but you are with Carrie. I know I've been acting kind of bitchy lately but it's only because we can't be together so I don't know how to process my feelings around you." Then she got up and went to the door. "Wait," I said as I rushed to her, and without thinking I kissed her. She didn't pull away but deepened the kiss.

I didn't want to but I had to push away from her. "I'm sorry, I'm with Carrie and you just started something with Chad. As much as it kills me to see you two together we can't do this it's not right and it's not fair to Carrie or Chad. I'm sorry." I told her knowing her heart was breaking and so was mine. I opened the door for her to leave. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. No matter how much I wanted to comfort her and wrap her in my arms I couldn't and it was hurting me inside.

Watching her walk down the stairs wiping her eyes so the others wouldn't see she was crying. I closed my door and slumped to the floor. At that point, my heart felt like I ripped it out and stumped on it then grabbed the sharpest knife in the kitchen and stabbed it so much that it became overkill. I love that girl so much that I don't know how I can pull this off. Being with Carrie sucks and I hate it. But being with Rochelle will be hurtful for her and our friends. Anything I do is going to turn out bad for one or all of us and I just have to get through the next two months. Then he will be strong enough to come back and I can get with Rochelle and show her how I feel about her.

Finally, done writing two songs and three letters for Rochelle my therapy was over and I did my homework. By the time I was done, it was 11:30 pm and I crashed out dreading the next following months without my love.