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LukeBlack: catch me in the kitchen eating cuties and I don't mean the oranges
Luke didn't come home. I hadn't heard from him either. I tried to call his best friend Charlie but he wasn't answering. Harper and Talia were still drunk and left the party with a set of British twins and had no clue where Luke could be.
So, I called Jake. JT's best friend and he told me everything I didn't want to hear.
Luke was making out with some girl but he didn't tell me who. That girl came with JT and JT was not happy that Luke got ahold of her. So when Luke was wasted and uncoordinated, JT jumped him and smashed his face into the sidewalk. Leaving him there until Charlie found him and took him to the hospital. Charlie lost his phone at the party and couldn't answer.
No one thought to call me and I was livid. Livid.
I had never driven so fast. I had literally thrown on one of Luke's old t-shirts and a pair of jeans with slides and didn't bother to brush my hair or anything. Luke was hurt and I wasn't there all night. Or even all day. It was almost 10:30 AM before someone had told me anything.
Charlie met me in the waiting room and I ran to see where they had Luke. Intensive care.
"Why the fuck did no one call me?" I scolded when I stormed into the room. Jake sat in one of the chairs and I rushed to Luke's side.
"We were kind of fucking busy, Brit. Didn't think we had to call his fuck buddy." Jake rolled his eyes and I shot him a lethal glare before looking back at Luke. He had stitches above his eyebrow and his nose was bandaged up. His jaw was bruised and his lip was busted. He had not one black eye but two. He was in bad shape. His ribs were bandaged and he had a some scraping along his arm. "He's fine, Brit. JT caught him off guard. He took off after and we can't find him-"
"I'm gonna fucking kill him." Charlie shook his head while he paced the room. "This is fucked up. If this was about Brit it would be one thing but Kendall-"
"Shut the fuck up, Charlie!" Jake quipped and I stared at both of them. Kendall. He said Kendall. I'm not an idiot. I know exactly which Kendall they were talking about.
The room went quite and I held my head between my hands and waited for him to wake up. He was only heavily sedated because of his meds so I knew he was fine. The moment he woke up, I stared at him. I couldn't say anything. I couldn't breathe. He knew I knew and it obvious he regretted it. "Brit," he licked his lips, trying to push himself to sit up.
"I'm sorry JT fucked you over and you look like shit." I shook my head and sighed, looking at the 3 boys in the room. Charlie looked like he pitied me and Jake looked like he hated me. Either one I didn't want to be here with them. "I'll be out of your place when you get back." I told Luke before standing from the bed.
"Babe-" he caught my arm but I easily shook him off and shook my head at him. "Don't go, please."
"Go fuck yourself or whoever you want but I'm done."
