Trust Me

Luke

Two weeks. Two whole weeks and I haven't heard a single word from April. Not one. I know she needs time to think but I thought she would have at least texted me by now. I hate not knowing what's going on. I hate not being able to talk to her, even be near her.

Ever since that night when she opened the door for me to leave, I have craved the touch of her skin on mine, her sweet smell and refreshing words. I wish she would at least tell me that she is still thinking about me... About us. I get that things started off really quickly but what do I have to do to get her to realize that I would be prepared to spend a long, long time by her side?

Then again, how can I expect her to believe that when all I keep doing is hurting her? She doesn't deserve this.

My mind sets to work long before I open my eyes to greet the day with new hope and new expectations. My body has sunk deeper and deeper into the bed every night, weighed down with disappointment that I can already feel setting in once again as I stare at my phone. No new messages. No missed calls. I slam it down on my bedside table as I stand and head to the bathroom for a shower.

I leave my bedroom and walk down the hall. The bathroom door is closed and I groan as I hear the water running.

"Jason!" I shout, banging my fist on the door.

"What?" He yells back over the sound of the water.

"Get out! I need to shower!"

"Use the other one, you nut!"

I sigh loudly and stamp down the stairs to the other bathroom. I don't like this bathroom. It smells like old, moldy fabric softener.

I jump through the shower, not wanting to spend a lot of time around the stench. Just as I head back to the stairs about 10 minutes later I hear Jason calling me.

"Luke, your bloody phone won't shut up!" He sounds irritated, but that didn't take much, "It's been ringing every damn minute."

When he finishes complaining and his words finally reach the 'understanding' part of my groggy brain, my stomach clenches and I can hear my heart beating in my ears.

Maybe it's her.

I sprint up the stairs, taking two at a time, and dash to my room. I burst through the door just as my ringtone starts up again. I pick up my phone and see 'Unknown number' stamped across the screen. My shoulders slump down and my spirit is drenched in disappointment again. I have her number saved so it can't be her.

After accepting the fact that I might be a little desperate, I slowly slide my finger over the screen and lift the phone to my ear.

"Luke speaking." I greet monotonously.

"Don't freak out." Comes a voice. A voice that I used to know so well. A voice that I heard two years ago and then again a couple of weeks ago.

"Meghan?" I ask disbelievingly, "Wha-"

"Yeah yeah, lets pass on the awkward greeting, okay?"

"Uh...."

"Listen to me, something has happened." Her voice is suddenly unsteady and less confident.

I shake my head quickly to overcome my moment of hesitation.

"Are you okay? Why are you calling me?" I inquire, completely flabbergasted.

If she had a problem I would be the last person she would call... My eyes widen... Unless-

"April." She says her name and I know. Something is very wrong.