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Thirteen

With a sigh of utter boredom, I closed the book that was resting on my lap and pushed it to the side. My head ached as I lay back onto my bed and I closed my eyes with a groan.

I was tired, miserable and terribly confused with what had happened in the last couple of days. Tired, because I couldn't sleep at night stressing over where my own mother was. Miserable, because I couldn't do anything to stop the poor girl from falling out of the window. And confused, because I didn't understand the feelings that I held for a man who should be my dad.

I massaged my temples with my pointer and middle finger as I lay there, everything ached. I was so tired with everything that even reading a book or listening to music was too much for me to handle.

I sighed again, grabbing my phone from the bedside table. Luke had given it back, making me promise first that I was never to go to a party again without his permission. Which I replied with a simple "I promise" just to get him off my back and for me to have my phone back too.

He had left soon after though, telling me he was going to grab some food and that he would be back soon. With a simple kiss on my head, that seemed simple and fatherly when seen by someone else but to me it felt like pure bliss and I wanted him to keep his plump pink lips there. My heart sank when he had pulled away and left the house without another goodbye, promising that he'll be back soon.

But it has been two hours since he had said those words, so unless he decided to go to a completely different country, he should've been back over an hour ago.

My thumb scrolled through the messages that littered my phone, I had refused to check any of them. Mainly because I couldn't be arsed to message anyone back and because if I did I would have to sit in a conversation with them, and I couldn't deal with that right now.

My phone vibrated in my hand with another message and with reluctance, I swiped up and caught sight of Ashton's name at the top.

Hey, could I come over? I really need to talk to you.

And of course I didn't reply, how selfish of me not to. But like I said, I couldn't deal with anybody at the moment, I was worried enough about Luke not coming back.

With a huff and a forced push off of the bed, I stumbled over to the door and pulled it open. The house was quiet, which only meant that I was still home alone and that Luke still hadn't come back.

Grabbing my phone out of my back pocket, I called his number. Whilst it was ringing, I hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen and straight to the fridge, finally hearing the ringing stop and Luke's voice coming through the phone,

"Hey it's Luke, sorry I can't come to the phone right now, leave a message and maybe I'll ring you back."

"Luke, I swear to God," I muttered, grabbing a couple of yogurts from the back of the fridge.

Pulling the phone away from my ear, I slammed the fridge shut with my hip and wondered over to the counter with my thumb tapping away at my phone to call Luke again.

Placing the yogurts down on the table, I put the phone on speaker and listened to the ringing once again. Spoon in hand, on its way to grab some of the cream, the ringing stopped once again and Luke's voicemail echoed across the room.

"For fucks sake! How long does it take to get some fucking food!" I screamed, slamming my phone down and the spoon down along with it.