White Noise {punk l.h. au} Sequel to "Colours {punk l.h. au}"

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i can't think of anything to say so BONANA

My mind was racing with so many thoughts, I wasn't able to keep track of where my emotions were at. The only thing I felt was anger. Yes, I was angry that Caleb punched Luke in the face. But I was even angrier at the fact he would do something like that while I'm working. I'm supposed to be representing not only myself, but the real estate agency where I work.

Or should I use the past tense when talking about my job?

"You got me fired, Caleb!" I shouted at him as he followed me around the house while I tried to find a duffle bag. My feet were stomping for extra dramatic effect because I was fucking pissed. Not only did Caleb attack Luke for no goddamn reason, he managed to get me fired for disorderly conduct. His fight instigation scared the crap out of potential buyers, ruining any of my chances furthering my career at my job.

"Rebecca, you know that I am so sorry about that. But we can find you another job that's just as good, if not better." He tried to sound convincing. I shook my head and opened up the storage closet down at the end of the hallway. I stood up on my tippy toes to reach for the duffle bag on the top shelf and pulled it down.

"What are you doing?" Caleb asked.

I brushed past him, allowing my shoulder to come into contact with his side. He stumbled back slightly before following me again into the bedroom, "I can't stay here tonight, Caleb." I told him and sat the bag open on the bed. I attempted to walk away as towards my closet, but he grabbed me by the wrists keeping me from going anywhere, "And where are you going to go, hm?" He questioned.

I shrugged, "A hotel? I don't know, I just have to get out of here." I shook his grip off my wrists and walked to my closet. I opened up the sliding door and grabbed the stuff nearest to my grasp. I couldn't tell you which shirts and pants I grabbed because I honestly have no clue. I just hope I wouldn't look like a mess for the x amount of days I'll be gone for.

"Please don't leave, Rebecca. Let's talk this out." Caleb begged. I had to stay strong; there is no way I'm letting him off the hook that easily. I wouldn't have expected this violent, jealous side of Caleb to ever surface. In a way, I was sort of glad that it happened now because what would have happened if we were already married?

"I can barely look at you I'm so mad." I spat while stuffing the clothes into the bag. I took off to the bathroom to grab my toiletries that all women need, and surprise: Caleb followed me there too.

"I can't believe you're taking his side." Caleb raised his voice a little at me. I snapped my head over at him to look him in the eye. I stepped closer to him with my index finger pointing right at his chest, "You had no right punching Luke like that, Caleb. And you know it."

"Okay, maybe I shouldn't have punched him, but that doesn't mean I'm the problem here."

"You're right," I said and went back into the bedroom to put the toiletries into the bag and zipping it up. "You're not the problem." I spoke to him while slinging the bag over my shoulder.

"Yet you're still going to leave?" He asked while folding his arms across his chest. His left eyebrow was risen as he asked me the question. His attitude towards the whole shebang was what really sent me over the edge. I may regret this later, but I was in no position to watch what I'm saying in the moment, so I just blurted it out.

"I don't know if I can marry you anymore."

His eyes widened with shock as soon as the words rolled off my tongue. I knew that I was upset at him, but it still hurt me tremendously to say that to him. My whole world was spinning, and my life as I knew it was totally crumbling beneath me.

Was I still in love with Luke Hemmings?

He stayed quiet the whole remainder of the time it took for me to leave. I left without any sort of goodbyes exchanged. The only lingering question on my mind that I needed to answer straight away was: where was I going?

x.x.x

Arriving at my last resort after running around New York City trying to find a hotel that wasn't totally booked, I entered the next air conditioned building. It was a hot summer night, and the moon was shining brightly in the sky accompanied by millions of stars.

How could such a beautiful night hold so much pain and distraught?

I walked up the few flights of stairs before stumbling across a numbered unit. It was late at night, so I didn't know what I was doing. Without any potential hesitant thoughts protruding my brain, I knocked on the door a few times.

I repositioned the strap of the bag on my shoulder and waited for the door to open. I don't know what I was thinking; assuming that he would answer the door to me in the first place. He must hate me after what my fiancé did to him this afternoon.

I could only pray that the door opens.

A few minutes passed, and I seriously thought about leaving until the doorknob finally jiggled. I heard the sound of someone trying to twist the knob open, but it was locked. I felt my heart rate begin to increase as the anticipation of his reaction to seeing me here got greater. Was I nervous? Worried? Excited?

Finally, the door opened and a head poked through the small crack between the door frame and the door itself. It only took him a few seconds for his eyes to fixate on me and recognize who I was and the fact that I was here, "Rebecca? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" Luke bombarded me with questions while opening up the door more so he could step out.

"I had nowhere else to go." I told him. The sound of my voice was the one where you were about to cry, but you didn't want to so you did a little, nervous laugh instead. Yeah, that was what my response sounded like.

He held out his hand for my bag, "Get in here" He demanded before I slid the bag off my shoulder, handing it to him.

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