Without A Trace(Luke Hemmings FF)

Twenty-Three

Zoey's POV:
It's been a week since Luke slept with Maya and I've ignored sixty texts, a hundred phone calls, and a hundred voicemails from Luke. He's come over every day and I've had my mum send him away each time. I've barely left my room and when I did, it was to shower. I ditched school. I just don't want to leave my bed. It's become my safe sanctuary.

Luke's POV:
I'm on my way to Zoey's house to hopefully talk to her, but I'll probably get shooed away by her mum again. My phone rings, so I grab it and look at it. My face falls when I see that it's not Zoey calling. Instead, it's Maya. I answer it because I know that if I don't, she'll keep calling.

"What do you want, Maya?" I groan.

"Is that any way to talk to your lover?" She laughs.

"You are not my lover. I don't love you and I never will. Stop fucking calling me or you will regret it." I promise her.

"I will regret it, huh? What are you going to do? Bring out the chains and whips next time we fuck? Punish me? Spank me?" She giggles.

"God, Maya! You're unbelievable!" I growl.

"Thank you." She replies with a small giggle.

"I love Zoey, Maya. Zoey! Fucking you was a mistake. That's all it was, was a mistake. You're the reason I got shot. You're the reason Zoey was kidnapped a second time. You're the reason Zoey won't even talk to me right now!" I yell at her.

"Hey, I'll take the blame for the first two, but that last one was on you. You came to me, remember? So, don't try and pin that one on me. That one is on you." She retorts.

"You know what? I'm telling you right now, if you call my phone, text me, or contact any of the people I'm connected to, I will personally make sure that it is the last thing you do, you got it?" I growl.

"Are you threatening me?" She breathes.

"It's not a threat. It's a promise. I have a gun and an alibi. Let's see how you like breathing from a tube." I tell her. The line clicks and I exhale as I turn onto Zoey's street. I don't actually mean what I said. I would never put my hands on a female, but hopefully I scared her enough to leave me and Zoey alone.

Zoey's POV:
I'm lying on my bed in the house alone when I hear my doorbell ring. I groan and stand to my feet. I walk downstairs and drag my slipper-covered feet to the front door. I open the door and I'm hit with a wave of emotions. My heart breaks a little more and my breathing deepens as I see Luke standing at my doorway.

"What are you doing here?" I wipe away a tear.

"I needed to see you and hopefully you'll talk to me." His voice is low and gentle.

"I don't want to talk to you." I tell him honestly.

"Then don't talk, just listen. Please." He whispers. I gulp.

"No. I need you to leave. I-I don't want to see you." I whimper, starting to close the door, but he stops it. I look at him.

"Please." He's crying now. Punk rock Luke is crying.

"Go home, Luke." I sniffle.

"But you're my home." He replies.

"No, Luke." I gulp.

"I'm not your home anymore. We're over." I tell him.

"No, don't say that. I don't know what to do without you!" His bottom lip is quivering.

"Well, you're going to have to figure that out. Maybe Dr. Harmon can give you a few pointers, since you two seem to be so close." I tell him.

"You're still mad about that?" He frowns.