My Twisted Life

Chapter 6

"Oh my go-" "What was that Olivia!?" "I don't know I... I panicked." "Clearly..." "Girls chill," Jake said calmly. I could tell that he was freaking out on the inside, though. Remembering that the only thing I was wearing was a towel, I shooed, everyone outside of the bathroom. Once I'm dressed, I run upstairs (the bathroom was near my bedroom) and see how Luke is doing. "He's breathing," Olivia said. Her eyes were red from crying. "Ivy, I was so scared that I had lost you that the only thing I thought of was..." "I know. It's okay." "Jake said that should stay. Luke wanted to tell you something, but didn't get the chance too. Jake said that we have to stay until Luke is better." She wiped a tear from her face and walked away. This is the first time I actually looked at the "living room" (I was knocked-out the first time). The room was two beaten-up greenish-grey sofas, musty wooden floors, boarded up windows, and dirty yellow walls. The kitchen was no better. There were chipped marble counters, a mini fridge, and busted cabinets. Luke was on the sofa like someone has flung him on it. He had something on his arm. A tattoo of a number. Wait... I've seen that number. The serial number of a prisoner. Luke was no normal teen... He's a criminal.