Caroline
Luke never came home last night. I woke up in his bed, alone. My phone still in my hand, I look and I have no missed calls or texts from him. I get up and go into the living room hoping he came in and just crashed on the couch, he's not here. Where is he? I call him and it goes straight to his voicemail. I leave him what is probably the tenth message since yesterday.
"Hey it's me. I'm pretty much beyond freaking out at this point. Carter said things didn't go how you thought they would. It'll be ok, Luke. Just call me. I love you."
Carter comes in from his bedroom and finds me sitting on the couch with my head in my hands.
"He didn't come home?" He asks walking into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.
I look up and shake my head. "His phone is still off, too. Where could he be, Carter?"
"I'm sure he's fine Caroline. He probably got too drunk and crashed in his truck. Yesterday was tough on him."
"Well you've known him a lot longer than I have so I hope you're right. I have to get to class. Tell him I was here and to call me when he comes home." I say getting up and grabbing my keys and purse and walking towards the door.
"I will."
"Thanks, Carter."
I'm in my car now driving back to campus. I can't even focus on the road in front of me I have so many terrible thoughts running thru my head. What if he tried to drive home drunk? What if he got in a car accident? I am praying harder right now than I have ever prayed before that nothing bad has happened to him. Please let him just be sleeping it off in this truck somewhere. Let my sweet country boy be ok and back home safe. I park my car and walk quickly to the dorm. I don't want to be late to class, this professor hasn't been as lenient with me trying to catch up as my others. I turn the corner into the hallway outside my room just as the door is opening and Luke is walking out pulling his shirt down like he just put it on. I stop dead in my tracks.
"Luke?" I say my voice shaking.
He looks up a shocked look on his face, he opens his mouth but doesn't say anything. I just stare at him waiting for him to say something but he doesn't. I walk closer to my door and he reaches for my arm. I move out of the way so he can't touch me.
"Caroline. Let me explain."
"I have to get to class." I say trying so hard to keep my voice from cracking, I can feel my eyes start to fill with tears. I don't want him to see me cry. "I have to get to class." I say again walking past him and into my room shutting the door behind me. I didn't even look to see if he turned towards the door. Jen is asleep in her bed, I resist the urge to say something and go straight into the restroom and brush my teeth and wash my face. I just change my clothes real quick, I don't have time to shower. I walk back into the room, grab my books and backpack and leave.
Walking to class now I am trying so hard to keep the tears from coming. My hands are shaking, my stomach is twisted. I can't pay attention to anything coming out of the professor's mouth. I'm looking at him talk, writing things on the board and all I see is Luke walking out of my dorm room looking like he just threw his clothes on. He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't cheat. I trust him, don't I? I can't sit here anymore. This is too much right now. I get up and quietly sneak out of class.
Thankfully Jen is gone when I get back to the room. I don't want to be here when she gets back. I reach for my phone to call Michelle just as it rings, it's Luke. I'm staring at his goofy smile on my screen and I feel like I'm going to be sick.
I decide to answer. "I don't want to talk, Luke." I say into the phone, my hand and voice shaking.
"Caroline, please let me explain. Nothing happened. I was..."
