We're Unpredictable// Luke Hemmings

Chapter 12 - And So It Begins..

*Danica's POV*

          With no hope in finding my mother alive I ran to Luke's house. The only person I had left. Tears falling down my cheeks the whole way there. Once I got to his driveway there was a unknown car there. I walked up the driveway, to his doorstep. I tried to look half decent before I knocked. At that point I didn't even care so I just knocked , I looked at my reflection in the window to make myself feel even worse about my appearance. I immediately regretted that. Beyond my reflection I saw Luke standing, facing away from me. Not just Luke, a girl too. They were kissing. Lue quickly pulled away from the girl and looked confused. He stepped away from her. I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see it. I mean, who would?

           All the emotions. Fear, doubt, anxiety, depression, heartbreak, frustration. All just bursted out into a loud cry. I banged my fist on the window hopelessly. In that moment I realized the most terrifying thing ever. I was alone. Then that same haunting feeling came back from when my dad left. I recognized the feeling automatically, depression was attacking me.  I didn't want to be living at the moment. I hated myself, I hated everything about myself. Luke and the girl immediately stopped at the loud noise and had all attention on the window. Luke realized it was me. He looked upset and his face had regret showing throw, yet I had so much hate for him in that moment, I didn't care. Luke pushed the girl away from him and ran to the door. As soon as he reached the door I started running, not knowing where I was going. Luke started catching up to me but I kept going. He grabbed my hand and pulled me in. I tried pushing him off, hysterically crying.

"Danica, Danica, please let me explain." Luke said tears welling up in his eyes.

"Get the fuck off me! I want nothing to do with you! You- you cheated on me with that girl! I'm such an idiot to think you loved me." I yelped out as I sobbed making my voice crack.

"Danica, I do love you, I- please just let me explain." Luke begged.

"Luke, I've seen enough today. I don't need to listen to your bullshit. I saw what happened. Goodbye, I hope your happy with that slu-," Suddenly I stopped myself. I couldn't call her a slut. I've been called that too many times for it to escape my own mouth. Instead I continued," Just goodbye Luke."

"Please. Dani please." Luke whispered tears escaping his soft eyes. I couldn't bear to look at him or say another word to him. I quickly pecked his cheek and stepped back.

"Goodbye... forever." I bit my lip and looked away. My world, it was gone. Luke. Gone. In just and instant. Just this morning I was the one he put his lips on. Just this morning I was his first kiss to start the day. Then just like that.. Gone. He was ripped away from me. Our once interlaced hands were torn apart at the seams. The thing is, he took what was left of my heart with him. I looked at him once more. I walked away. I started to run, not knowing where I was going, just knowing I need to be away from him and the scene that just happened. 

 I've been running to nowhere for the past 30 minutes. I looked up and saw a hotel down the road. I walked all the way there. I arrived there and pushed the entrance door open. I was crying the whole way there. I didn't know if I could stop. Feeling lightheaded I sat down on one of the chairs in the lobby. I hugged my legs and cried into my knees. I couldn't take this any longer.  I sat there for an hour just sobbing into my knees. I finally slowed my crying. I looked to the side of me and there was a television. I needed something to distract me, so I watched. The news was on. My house was on the news with police cars and an ambulance there. The subtitle was "woman murdered by husband in her home". In that moment I didn't hold back my tears anymore. I cried out and sobbed even harder than before. Luke, gone. Dad, gone. Mom, gone. Nova, gone. Everyone that I cared about was gone. I missed Nova. I missed her so much. I really can't live without her. It's been haunting me, one night I even scratched the scars on my wrist so hard, they opened up again. I wanted to die. I hated the fact I was still living right now. I thought of and idea to numb the mental pain.