Unwanted Obsession

18. Luke

I'm about two drinks in now. The rooms a mess with food and snacks on the floor that we devoured before drinking. And Kylie clearly doesn't know how to fill a cup because I'm already drunk out my mind. Right now I'm my third cup in and I can feel the alcohol going straight to my mind. Honestly how strong is this drink? And most importantly. Why is it so full!? Hell I can barely hear Eliza waffling on about one of her hair products she wants. I wonder if she's even affected by the alcohol since she always goes on and on about random shit her rich ass wants. Not that I'm complaining, she's probably my closest friend. As soon as I slurp down my last drink I feel everything go dark.

I groan as I wake up. Tired. Massive headache. And bruises on my arms. What the fuck happened? I slowly sit up and realise I'm back in Xavier's room. I really need to throw up. But I don't have the energy to get up. My heads stabbing my brain telling me to lay down in the dark room. But my stomachs telling me to get the fuck up you're about to throw your guys up and regret everything that happened last night dumbass. Suddenly I feel it travelling up my stomach and I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom preparing to stay there for the whole morning.

As I crouch down in front of the toilet and yank the toilet seat up i feel the vomit go upstream before being puked into the toilet with a bunch of gagging. Got I must look disgusting and like a mess. But honestly I don't care. As long as Xavier isn't here to see my embarrassing form. I'll be fine. While throwing up I feel a sudden hand on my back. One I know to well. Xavier's. Shit. But I keep just throwing up while he keeps rubbing my back. Once I finally finish throwing up my guts I look back at him and he looks tired. And almost like he's not disgusted...I love him. I really do- LUKE STOP! I think to myself.

"Are you okay, Red?" He hugs me from behind and makes me fall back into his lap. I smell of vomit and have some on my chin, and he's asking if I'm alright? He's fucking perfect! He keeps rubbing my back while grabbing some tissue and wiping the puke that's on my face off as if nothing about me is disgusting. I nod.
"Yeah...just have a big headache I guess." He chucks the tissue into the bin as he pulls me closer. He plays with my hair to keep me relaxed. While humming like a God. A gift.

"Cmon, let's get you back in bed. You'll feel better once you're there." He says with his hothouse deep husky morning voice.
"But I just threw up...my breath is gonna-"
"I'm not gonna kiss you if you don't want me to." He interrupts. "Remember, Red. I love you and will never make you do something you don't want to do." And with that he picks me up and carries me to bed. Getting in with me and hugging me close to his chest and playing with my hair. Why does he have to be so dreamy?

I snuggle up to him more. Being greedy to get his warmth. He kisses my head. "Do you want some painkillers? I've got some in my nightstand." He suggests. But my hang over isn't to the stage I need any so I just shake my head. He nods in an understanding way and just keeps soothing me. I eventually fall back asleep. Enjoying the way he holds me.

When I wake up again I realise I'm alone in bed. Where's Xavier? I get up and ignore the tiredness in my eyes and headache murdering my skull. I start to explore the massive mansion. Jesus how doesn't anyone not get lost in here? Everything looks the same. While walking down the hallway I hear a whimper. Why does that sound so familiar? I walk over to where I heard the whimper and I open the door only for my eyes to widen.

The room is only shined by the lights in the hallway. The walls are black with splotches of red here and there. The floor is a dark wooden oak with crimson scattered around...and in the middle is a boy with his hands tied behind his back. What's going on? Who is that? As i cautiously creep over I realise I recognise the brown hair...Jason's hair. He looks like he's been through hell. Breathing heavily. Blindfolded. Blood covering his entire body. His or someone's else's? I couldn't tell. Why is he here?

I quickly approach and crouch down while taking off the fabric wrapped around his mouth to shut him up. "NO PLEASE!" He pleads. I gently stroke the side of his face. Calming him.
"Shhh, it's me Jason. It's okay." I say, sitting down and taking his blindfold off so I can be met with his ocean like eyes. No longer bright anymore...more dull. Like he's seen hell. "What's going on?" I ask while I keep untying him, so he trusts me more.
"We have to get out of here! He's crazy! He's going to kill us both if he finds us together! Luke you have to help us both here and work faster on the ropes!" He yells out, fear in his eyes. Was this Xavier's dad? And if so, why?

"LUKE BEHIND YOU!" My eyes widen and before I can react a sudden wet cloth is covering my face. Dragging my back from Jason. I kick and try to scream. But nothing works as I feel light headed and pass out.

After a couple of hours I groan as I wake up. Tied to a chair. My eyes widen as I instantly start to struggle. "Shhhh, don't move. Red." A voice whispers down the back of my neck while a knife is pressed to the front of it...no...I know that voice to well. The nickname...Xavier. It's him, he must've been the one to beat Jason to a pulp. I shouldn't have trusted him. I want to go home. DAMMIT LUKE! LISTEN TO YOUR HESD NOT YOUR HEART! GET OUT OF HERE QUICK! NO ONE CAN HELP YOU BUT YOURSELF! STOP DEPENDING IN OTHERS AND JUST HELP YOURSELF!