I was woken up early the next morning due to Luke's restlessness. It was an unbearable night. All he did was toss and turn; trying to get his head to stop hurting. After what seemed like years, he was finally able to get comfortable. Unfortunately for me, he was only comfortable when he was laying with his head on my chest and his body curled over mine.
And im going to tell you this straight up,
That kid isn't light.
It was almost six in the morning when I decided to get up and start the day off. I left Luke on his own and began preparing breakfast for us both. I also placed his medicine next to his plate so he didn't forget to take it but I couldn't help but feel a little nervous in case he refused to take them or got annoyed because I knew about his bipolar disorder. After all, the boys did tell me without Luke knowing.
I finished cooking a lovely breakfast consisting of bacon, eggs, beans...everything you'd usually have. Luke was still asleep so I quietly walked back upstairs to wake him up. He wasn't in bed when I reached the room but I didn't panic; the dripping wet floor and messy towels told me that Luke was taking a shower. That boy is so messy, it frustrates me. I left the room and went back downstairs.
It wasn't long before Luke had joined me in the kitchen, pausing as he saw his medicine placed on the counter.
"Who told you?"
"Does it matter?" I asked, trying not to drop any of the boys in shit.
"Well yeah- I didn't want you knowing"
"Luke you haven't been taking your medicine for a few days...they had to tell me. Please just take it, for me?"
He just glared at me and picked up the pills and water. He chugged it down without saying a word to me, picking up his plate and moving to the table.
"Don't be moody with me, I'm doing this to help you"
"I know"
I sat next to him and tucked into my food. We didn't talk much until after we had finished eating, which is when I thought it would be a good idea to ask how he was doing.
"My head hurts still, but not that much...it's tolerable"
"That's good to know" I placed my hand on his arm, gently rubbing it in a comforting way.
"Thank you by the way- for letting me stay here last night"
"You're welcome, I liked your company"
"I liked yours too"
I noticed that Luke's speech wasn't the same as it was yesterday...that's good right? It means he has a bigger chance of this going away; a bigger chance of this not becoming permanent. I smiled at the thought.
"Why are you smiling?" He chuckled, looking at my empty plate before picking it up and walking towards the sink. He began washing up still glaring at me thought, notifying me that I hadn't answered his question.
"Oh, I'm just happy"
He looked at me and giggled slightly. I knew he felt happy too...which was amazing.I pulled my phone out of my pocket to take a photo of Luke as he looked super cute that morning, but was distracted by a text message from my mum.
'From- Mum:
Be ready by 8:30. Someone from school is going to pick you up to ensure you don't skip anymore. If you aren't there when he arrives you will be in big trouble. He will also be picking you up at the end of the day so make sure you don't cut half way through the day. We will find out if you do; remember what happened last time'
I didn't know how to respond to that but I knew I didn't want a repeat of last time. The idea that they didn't even regret it poured fear into my body. I ran upstairs and began getting ready. I pulled on my favourite jumper and a pair oh high-waisted black skinnies. I didn't bother putting make up on or doing my hair because I was running late. I ran back downstairs and grabbed my bag that was hanging up on the banister. I looked outside to see a car had pulled up outside my house. I opened the door and signalled to the driver that I would be one minute.
"Luke, I have to go to school. Stay here if you want to okay...I'll be back soon" I called out, rushing to the kitchen where Luke was. He looked sad that I was leaving, but the honking of the horn overpowered that look. I placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before turning and running out of the door.
I jumped in the car and he sped of towards my school. Soon enough I was stood outside of the familiar hell hole.
"Sar?" I head someone call from behind me. I turned to see my best friend, Lauren cautiously heading towards me. I had missed her so much so I ran towards her and pulled her into the biggest hug ever. I know what she had done was wrong, but we all make mistakes. So I had no right to dwell on it.
"I missed you so much" we both said in unison, laughing afterwards. We entered school together, talking about everything that had happened since we last spoke. My god, she had so much gossip to tell me I thought she was about to explode.
"How are you and Luke doing then? I saw the photo he uploaded of you...we'll to be honest everyone has"
"What do you mean?"
"You haven't seen? Everyone's going crazy about it"
I didn't bother replying to her because to be honest I couldn't really care any less about what she had to say. I expected this to happen so I wasn't that bothered when I found out that it actually did happen. Of course, it hurt to know that everyone was talking about me, but they weren't my friends so I didn't care to listen to them.
I had survived half of the day before my phone started going crazy. I had five minutes left of the lesson so whoever it was could wait...I hope. I ran out of class as soon as the bells sounded and looked at my phone to see I had over fifty messages and missed calls off of the same person.
Luke.
I picked up as he began calling me again, ready to ask what couldn't wait two more hours.
"Where are you?" He shouted, sounding very panicked
"I told you, I'm at school!"
"come home, I need help"
"What have you done Luke?"
"You hate me?"
"What are you on about?"
"You hate me!" He began shouting. I could hear loud bangs coming from his end of the phone, I could only imagine he was punching and breaking things.
"I don't hate you! Calm down!" I shouted.
I knew I had to go and help him, but I couldn't leave because my parents would find out and, well we both know what would happen.
But something seemed desperate about this phone call.
"You don't call me baby" He said before he hung up.
I realised too late that his speech had slowly changed back to what it was the night of the crash. This sounded a million alarms in my brain and caused me to begin running out to the front of school. I ran home. I didn't care that it was raining; I didn't care that it was ages away from my house.
Luke needed me.
