Savannah // Michael Clifford

1.2 - A Numb Fresh Start

Savannah

The only feeling that was predominate in my body was fear, after fear, I felt nothing at all; that made it extremely hard to tell if I was okay or not. Mason had never once in our relationship taken it that far with his attacks. Sure, I knew deep down the bruises and marks he lefts weren't okay in the slightest, but I couldn't just leave because he'd do at lot worse if I tried to leave. I had tried doing that once and it wasn't pretty.

When I was released from the care center here and I was done talking with a woman from the police station about what happened; and if I wanted to press charges against him- which I did- I was able to go back to the bus. It wasn't that I had much of a choice about where I could go as it was well into the evening, the concert was long over with and nobody was out walking around the buses. I mean, I could have went back to the hotel but I didn't want to have that feeling of being somewhere unfamiliar and since the tour bus was the closest thing to home at the moment, I wanted to be there.

A knock on the door made me jump and freeze in my spot. I knew it wasn't Mason because they weren't letting him out anytime soon as his detainment had to be twenty-four hours or more. So whoever was knocking was a mystery to me.

Slowly, I crept out of my bunk to the door, wrapping my blanket around me.

"Luke?" I said, confusion filling me as I saw his face behind the door once I opened it. "What are you doing here?" My voice was lower than a whisper but I wasn't for sure why, or if he had even heard me.

It had to be around two in the morning, no one was wondering around right now, so him just showing up here had me a bit confused. My eyes slowly took in his tired eyes in the low lighting of my bus.

"I had to see that you were okay. Steven was only saying that you weren't talking about it." As he was alone, I let him come in, guiding him to the couch.

I sat on my legs, wrapping my blanket around me as I wound my arms around myself. "I don't know how to feel, honestly. My mind is all scrambled and kind of foggy. The nurse said I have a mild concussion so I would kind of be out of it for a while."

My voice was low still but I felt myself let the tremors of unshed tears flow through. The next few seconds were awkward, neither one of us wanting to acknowledge what had happened.

Finally Luke let out a long breath and looked at me.

"I have a question, but you don't have to answer if you feel uncomfortable or you don't want to; it's just been bothering me since what happened earlier."

I looked up at him, a sense of anxiety went through me, wondering what he wanted to ask.

"This afternoon wasn't the first time that he's hurt you, is it?"

Luke

Her eyes cast downwards as she heard what I asked, but I could see her whole body tense beside me.

"It's not, is it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Her gaze met mine and I knew I was right. Her eyes were wide and frantic but as she stuttered out a 'no', I couldn't help but feel my own anger spurt through my veins.

The room fell silent once more. I wanted to know more, but I didn't want her to tell me anymore in fear that I'd get really mad or cause her anymore fear.

I didn't want to leave her so I asked her some ridiculous question about wanting to do something – even if it was almost forty after two. She most likely just wanted to be alone at the moment.