Captured: Luke's Perspective (Book Three)

Chapter 4: Going Solo

After walking home from the grocery store, I put the food back in the cupboards and placed two bottles of wine in the freezer. I crumbled the brown bag and tossed it in the trash.

I checked to see Mom and Dad, sleeping peacefully on the couch. Just then, I started sneezing uncontrollably. While I was gone, they probably didn't even bother to dust the furniture.

Mom said something incomprehensible then laid next to Dad, who was drinking Coke out of a bottle. When he saw me, he grimaced. 

"What are you looking at?" he grunted.

"The wine is in the freezer," I explained.

 "I also put away the groceries. As soon as I am finished with my homework, I'll heat up some spaghetti for you guys."

Dad rolled his eyes and pointed the box right next to him. 

"Something came for you in the mail," he said with a snicker,  "probably from your girlfriend." 

Blushing, I take the box into my room and walked over to my desk to do my homework.

Physical Science, Business Math, and American History was pretty easy, especially when it comes to memorizing things. 

After filling the blank sheets of paper with my scribbled handwriting, I put them in my folder and left it on my desk.

I took out the frozen plate of noodles from the fridge and placed it in the microwave.

 I pushed the flat buttons on next to the door then pressed Start.

After dinner, I took a shower and gazed at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. 

My brown hair was tossed and turned like the clothes of the laundry machine, my eyes shone green, and my body finally showed some signs of strength.

I turned my head to the left and pressed my finger against my temple. 

The scar from my sixth foster home was healing quite nicely. 

The only thing that I need to do is to resist the urge to scrape the scar off.

Suddenly, my eyes started to itch. I peered at the mirror and pulled out the contact in my right eye. It had brown with some flecks of green.

I laid the contact near the sink and ran my fingers through my hair.

 The case was bothering me for some reason;  that old man, Alexander Hilton, was never meant to be trusted. I didn't even care that he is rich or nice, that man is suspicious.

If Cole is here, she would shake her head. Despite her kindness, she was very stubborn and reckless when it comes to listening to me.

Speaking of Cole, I wanted to call and see if she was okay.

 After punching the number on my Verizon, I held up the phone to my ear.

 "Hey Luke," Cole said.

 "Hey," I answered back. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she replied. "How about you?" 

"Great," I said nonchalantly.

 "I have been thinking about the case, and I have decided to take it." 

"You are?" Cole asks in wonder. "You always take cases that interest you."

"I know," I answered. 

"I think maybe on the weekends or something, we should go to Alexander's house and try-"

"That's fine, but I forgot to mention that I have dance competition this weekend," Cole said.