The Space Between Us

Don't Drunk Dial Your Ex's (17)

A/n: This will probably be a short chapter. I'm not sure. I'll just write and see where it takes me. Right now it's 4pm i will probably update it at 10-1 a.m but I have things to do until 10 so you guys are going to get to wait. But while you wait...*plays elevator music* *gives Taco bell* pleas wait patiently we will be back in a short while. Please stay on hold😂 

I was laying in my bed. Oliver was sleeping on my neck. I was thinking when my phone dings making me jump. Who would be calling at 1:30 a.m? I answer the phone, and of course it's Luke.

"Heyyyyyyyy." He slurs.

"Yes, Luke?"

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?"

I roll my eyes. "Luke just leave me alone."

I know he's drunk and I want nothing to do with him being drunk. He says some stupid stuff and then he stops being funny and becomes real serious. "Remember when I told you if I hurt you I never meant it."

And then that night that he stood me up at the donut shop comes to my mind. The night he left me there for an hour. The night I had to pay.

"No, Luke I don't." I say.

"Your lying." He says.

I sigh. "Luke you are drunk, nows not a good time do you understand me?" I ask.

"Why won't you come back to me. Let us talk. I miss you. I need you. I love you. Please don't leave me. Babyyyyyyyyyy pleaseeee."

"Luke that is enough." I say.

"I'm sorry for hurting you Isabella." He whispers.

I hang up the phone and turn it all the way off. I can't deal with him right now. I stare all night until my alarm goes off. I turn it off and just roll over. I don't feel like going to school. So I snuggle with Oliver and sleep the day away.

I wake up and the  conversation between us enters right in my head. How was he drunk but he sounded so sober. I mean I have always heard drunk people say the truth they just don't have a filter. How could he tell me he loves me when he's drunk, but when he's sober he hates me. How could he call me baby when I was just a dare. How can he be so confusing.

I rub my eyes and force my brain to think of something else. This hurts to much. I go downstairs finally and I enter heaven; the fridge. I grab some icecream and sit on the couch watching Nicholas Sparks. A knock interrupts my reading. I answer, and to my surprise it's Tre. "Hey," he says scratching his neck. "Hi." I say back. He then grabs me in a hug and starts crying. "Tommy-tommy-just died." He sobs. I pull him away and see his eyes. They're red and puffy. I give him a hug hug. I'm whispering words in his ear. When the door slams shut.

"What the actual frik freak?"

A/N: this will be way longer. I will update it later tonight too. So please be patient with me. Thank you.