im·pos·si·ble
imˈpäsəb(ə)l/
adjective
-not able to occur, exist, or be done.
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All my life I've struggled through way to much. From being bullied to my old eating disorder and then my abusive boyfriend, I've had en...
dis·cov·er dəˈskəvər/ verb -find (something or someone) unexpectedly or in the course of a search.
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I wake up dramatically with water flooding my eyes. It's not all from the call I'm getting but from the horrible dream I was having. It's been a bit since I've had one but I shake it off fast and answer the late call from Luke.
"Hey babe. What's up?" I ask tiredly. I sit up in my bed and pull my covers over my body some more because of how chilly my room gets at night.
"Can we talk?" Luke says softly. I furrow my eyebrows and sit up some more and turn on my lamp. I already know that there's some thing wrong. "I-I'm already in my car outside the house. You don't need to get dressed or anything. Just please sneak out or something . I need you right now"
"Okay okay" I say quickly as I get myself out of bed. I start rushing to get myself in at least a sweatshirt, slippers, and I grab a blanket. "I'm coming out right now. Okay?"
"Okay" he quietly speaks before hanging up.
I kept rushing around my room just for those little things like my wallet and phone. Soon I'm making my way down the stairs and out my house without being caught. I see Luke in the car watching me as I make my way out of my house. My eyes go wide when I see his brand new black eye.
"Oh my god Luke!" I gasp as I get up to the car. He pays no mind to my reaction. All he does is unlock the car and open the door to the driver side. He slides over to the passenger side, puts his seatbelt on, crosses his arms, and looks out the window. I stay looking at him not knowing what else to do when I'm in. His sad face makes me want to cry but I don't. I just don't want to see him so upset like this for whatever reason it is.
"Can you just drive?" Luke speaks up. At first he talks slowly and calmly but then he just snaps at me when I do nothing. "Drive Mel. Go! I don't care where. Just stop looking at me and drive the fucking car!"
I hesitate but I just do what he says (kind of because he's scaring me). I don't know where we are going just as much as he doesn't. I just start driving into the night and try my best not to look at him. It's hard though. I get my little glances here and there at him. Luke doesn't move and inch the whole time. He stays silent with his head against the window and that same mad yet sad look on his face.
There's a lot of tension in the air as I drive the car. I'm stressing a little bit right now but of good reason at least. I just snuck out and my boyfriend has been beaten up and I don't know why. He's also freaking me out because he's yelling and I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going. This dead silence in the car isn't helping either. No one in the car is speaking, there's no music playing, and only a few cars are on the road at this time. I'm just scared.
Fifteen minutes of driving goes by until I find a good spot to just stop and talk. I park in an almost empty parking spot all the way in the back at a small shopping center. I park and keep the heat in the car running to stay warm. Luke takes his seat belt off and grabs a blanket from under the seat of his car. He spreads it over his body like I spread mine over myself. He just sits there and looks around. I wait for minutes to see if Luke will speak up or at least look at me but I get nothing from him. This silence is getting to be a little to loud for me. I just want to know what's going on. All I know is that he's hurting. It's not hard to see that.
