The Escape [ABLH]

Chapter 8

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~Emma~

I woke up to a dry throat. Trust me, it isn't any good. I groaned, feeling that my lips are also dry.

I sighed, as I see that I'm back in my room. I guess Jake left, seeing that there is no sign of him.

The door opened, and I turned to see who entered. Luke.

"You okay?"

I shook my head.

"Emma. Seeing you like this hurts me. And I just wanted to tell you that I care for you alright?" he said, walking over and sitting on the edge of my bed facing me.

I nodded.

"And that is why you have to go to a therapy tomorrow" he said giving me the 'look' that basically says, 'You have no choice'

"I'm not going" I said with raspy voice.

"Yes. Yes you are" he said

"You don't understand, Luke. I don't want to go to therapy. They're no use. They can't help me. They don't understand as much as you do. Please, don't-" my voice was fading away.

I looked at Luke panicking. An so was he.

"Et e watah" I basically tried to ask him to get me water, but I lost my voice.

"No, no. Don't talk. I'll get you water" he said walking out.

I would do anything jut not to go to the therapy. Just the thought of telling a stranger my personal feelings just doesn't seem right. I mean- I barely even told Luke, and why would I tell a total stranger now?

Luke came back with a glass of water. He handed it to me, and I gladly took it from him. I drank the whole glass of water, and burped.

Luke laughed, and took the cup and set it on the bedside table.

I've noticed that I was changed into my pajama shorts and Luke's black tshirt that goes down to just above my knees. Which to Luke, goes right under his hipbone.

"Luke?" I whispered, laying back on my headboard, which I had put a pillow on my back.

He hummed in response.

"I.. I really don't want to go to a therapy" I said quietly.

"Emma,..." he sighed, "I know you don't want to. But I think it'll help you" he said rubbing my head.

"But I can be better, Luke. I swear I can!" I said the last bits louder.

"I know you can Em, but you should give it a shot" he said smiling, hoping that I would give in.

"Please? Don't make me go..." I whispered, tears starting to form.

"Emma, you know it's for the best..." he sighed

"But Lukeeee...." I whined.

He sighed and runs his hand through his hair, frustrated.

"Only if you'll promise to get better. Please? I don't want to loose you"