It's Terribly Perfect.

14. It's Terribly Perfect: Another Dream, Another Scene.

“No he’s not,” I objected breathlessly. “Mom, Luke’s not dead. He can’t be. I just talked to him a few days ago!”

My head was spinning along with the entire room. My breath was shaky and I felt my legs sway from the dizziness. Luke’s not dead. This is a joke. A sick joke.

“He’s not dead,” I whispered again.

“Yes, baby, he is,” she said, her voice thick with tears. “His dad came to pick him up for practice and they got in a wreck. He didn’t make it.” She began to sob “Kasynne I’m so sorry-“

“Stop!” I screamed a blood-curdling scream, putting my hands over my ears like a toddler. “He’s not dead! Just stop!” I shook my head vigorously, ignoring her lies. She put a hand on my shoulder, trying to look into my eyes.

“Kasynne-“

“No!” I screeched again, pushing past her before she could say anything else. I ran up the stairs into my room, slamming the door as hard as I could behind me. I pressed my back against the wall, taking a moment to breathe and try to slow my heart rate. I slumped over to my bed, practically collapsing on it when my knees gave in.

Spotting my phone on the nightstand, I picked it up and turned it on, the screen coming to life. My heart dropped when I saw I had a missed call and voicemail from Luke. I called the voicemail, slowly putting the phone to my ear as I trembled.

“Hey Kayse,” Luke’s voice rang in my ears. He sounded happy, but tired. “I haven’t talked to you since . . . well, you know. I just got done with practice. My truck broke down so I have to walk home and I think it’s about to rain. Anyways, I just called to say I need to talk to you, I miss you.” His laugh made goosebumps raise up all over my skin. “Wow, I sound like a chick. Call me when you can.” His voice cut off but the voicemail didn’t end.

“My dad. . .” he began again. “My dad’s here. He actually came back.”

No.

“Well looks like I don’t have to walk in the rain after all,” another chuckle ran through the speaker.

“No Luke. Don’t get in the car. Please don’t get in the car, then I’ll know all of this is just a lie,” I babbled aloud, my body breaking out into uncontrollable shivers.

“Well he’s honking so I better hurry. Bye Kayse,” he hesitated. Luke please don’t say bye. “I love you.” And those are the last words he said before ending the call.

“No,” I breathed, dialing his number. “Please pick up, please pick up.”

Nothing.

“Damn it!” I screamed again, throwing the phone across the room. It felt like I was hyperventilating as I put my hands on my head, scrunching fists of my hair until it hurt.

“Kasynne? What’s wrong?” Ryan busted through my door, his voice full of panic. I narrowed my eyes at him, standing up to take a step in his direction.

“What’s wrong? Luke is dead and you have the audacity to ask me what’s wrong?” I spit the words at him, my tone cold and hostile.

“Kayse, that’s not what I meant-“

“You know,” I began, not letting him finish. “I bet you’re happy. You never liked him. You said so yourself. And now he’s gone. Luke is gone. I’m surprised you’re not busting at the seams with joy,” I spat, pushing him back harshly so his back hit the wall.

“Stop.”

“Say it,” I hissed, pushing him roughly again. “Say you’re happy he’s gone.”