Too Late | m.c [completed]

Chapter 3-The Tears

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This chapter will be like a flashback/ something that is going to happen in the future. Enjoy!

"I sit here eating the store bought brand of lucky charms. But the fake kind, of course. There were no real lucky charms at the store. There were only the ones from the actual store. But while I'm suffering through this misery of eating this disgusting food, I think of her. I think of how much she broke me inside and how all of my insides were crushed along with my soul and my heart. She had broken me and I forgive her" I say to Luke, staring at him and the cup of coffee in my hands between sentences.

"You forgive her because she's gone and not here anymore. You can't yell at her anymore so the only thing you can do is forgive her" he shrugs, sipping his own coffee.

"She hurt me, Luke. It doesn't matter if she is gone or not. I'm still mad at her either way" I shake my head, rubbing my eyes with my swollen hands from punching the walls.

I look over to the holes in the walls and Luke looks my way. "Are you still...umm..doing it?" he coughs out.

"No. I stopped a week ago" I lie. "Michael, please be careful. You can meet someone out in the real world!" he exclaimed. "Luke..." I trail off, hoping that he will change the subject.

But..knowing Luke, he won't change the subject.

"It's been like a year!" Luke screamed at me, more serious than ever. "A year and two days" I corrected. "Whatever" he mumbled.

The room is silent for a while until Luke speaks again. "Let's go out for coffee" he says, grabbing my car keys and patting my back. "But we already have coffee" I say. "Let's get some more. At Starbucks. Where all of the white girls go" he mimicks in a high pitched voice. I chuckle but shake my head. "No, Luke. I'm not even ready" I whine.

"Then get ready" he groans. "Into what?" I wipe my face with my hands.

"Go upstairs" Luke orders, pointing to the stairs. "Whyyy" I extend the 'y' out a little too long. "Go" he raises his voice.

Scared of Luke, I obey his orders.

A couple of minutes later, I walk down stairs again, wearing black skinny jeans and one of my favorite shirts.

"Come on" he says, exiting the front door with me. But before I exit my home, I look back at the house, remembering the day Hanna moved in with me.

"Mikey?"

"Yeah?"

"You okay?" he asks, and I look back at him and nod. "Yeah"

On the way to Starbucks, Luke blasts the radio while I fight him to turn it down. He always won.

"We are finally here" he giggles and gets out of my car.

Luke orders for him and I while I find a seat.

It was true that a lot of girls were here and a lot looked at me. I didn't like it. So I went outside to find a seat.

There was one girl outside, alone. She was sipping at her iced coffee while writing some things down. I'm guessing homework. I watch her for a while until Luke comes outside. "Dude, where have you been? I looked all over for you" he sighs and walks over to me. The girl looks back at us and I gasp.

No. This can't be. She can not look like Hanna. I whip my head over to Luke. "Luke" my hands can't stop shaking.

"Yeah?"

"That girl over there looks like Hanna" I whisper. Luke looks over to her and stands up. "Let me go see" he mumbles and walks over to her as I try to yell at him to get back.

"Hello there, I'm Luke" I hear him say. "Hi, I'm Ashley" she responds.

"You look very familiar" he points out. "Who do I look like?" she asks. "You look like my friend's ex girlfriend. Her name was Hanna. My friend is over there. His name is Michael" he points to me and I turn my back to them.

"He's a bit shy" he tells her.

"Um...well, it was nice to meet you. But I have to go. Maybe I'll see you around?" I look back at her as she's packing her things. "Okay, it was nice to meet you too! I'll see you around, bye!" he waves at her.

She glances at me before she leaves with a smile. "Dude" I slap Luke's arm when he comes back. "What?" he defensively says. "You freaked her out" I yell at him, punching his arm this time.

"I was just trying to be friendly!" he yells back, rubbing the invisible bruise on his shoulder. "And where did that lead you?" I snap. "Whatever" he sighs and sits down across from me.

"Luke, how did she look like Hanna" I wince from her name. He shrugs. "I don't know but that was weird"

"Yeah"