carry on :: lrh

chapter t w o

"it's all good, nothings gonna hurt you here," luke cooed in my ear as he held me to his chest in the mist of his cold living room.

nothing would hurt me here.

but I cried because it felt as if everything would hurt me; at least if I tried hard enough.

"c'mon, you wanna lay down, or maybe a glass of water, cuddles?" luke asked, trying to help as much as possible to relax me.

"I wanna sleep," I mumbled into his tear-stained shirt.

"we can sleep," he assured me, and rubbed my back, pulling away and motioning towards the stairs.

my slumped shoulders stayed that way as I climbed the stairs to his room. he walked carefully behind me, like he was waiting for me to do something, say something, anything.

I wasn't sure.

"want some clothes?" he asked quietly, his voice gentle and caring. I nodded and shifted around on the bed, wiping my nose and cheeks from the tears.

he pulled off his shirt and handed it to me, then gave me a questioning look, "is that okay?"

"yeah, thanks," my small voice answered.

I stood up and changed my clothes, throwing the old, dirty clothes on the ground.

it seemed as if lukes eyes were intently watching me as I changed, my conscience taking over me as I tried to cover up.

"no," he stated softly from behind me. I turned to face him, my red, puffy doe-eyes looking back at him as he kept his careful eye on me.

"sorry," I apologized, looking at the ground and shaking me head to myself.

"it's fine, put it on, lets get to sleep," he said in a way that was not demanding what-so-ever.

I slipped the big shirt over my head and crawled into bed alongside luke who was waiting for me with warm, open arms. I gladly accepted his invitation, ready to slip into sleep and get rid of my problems; for now.