Oblivion

Chapter 5

I woke up in a rush, breathing heavily. My heart beating fast, as I sat up to take a breath. I immediately looked down at my stomach and thanked God that I wasn't pregnant. Me with a child? Please, how could I handle a child, if I can't even take care of myself?

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"Okay, okay, we can work this out. Look I'm sorry. For all we know this could just be a coincidence and nothing ever happened." Liam said after he had finally calmed down after his little bitch fit.

"See I told you, I bet nothing even happen-" I was cut off by Gabbi. Gabbi?

"God, what's all this yelling about, I already have a headache, I don't need you two to make it worse."

"Gabbi?! What the hell? I thought you were- there- but now you're here, and oh my gosh thank goodness." I said.

"Gabbi, I forgot you were here I guess I didn't see you under the covers." By this point Liam was red from head to toe. I could tell that he was awfully embarrassed and so was I. I knew nothing really happened, but what if I kind of wanted something to happen.

"Yeah yeah whatever, I'm hungover and have a headache, so could you keep it down." she said, as she walked back into the bedroom.

"Well at least now we can take a breather. So what do ya say Lexi? Can put this behind us and will you ever forgive me?"

"I mean I don't know, I think the real question here is who's the one going to make breakfast?" I laughed.

"So I take that as a yes, you do forgive me?"

"Do I really have a choice? Come here." I gestured him towards me and we hugged. It wasn't awkward, nor uncomfortable, it was kind and familiar and I needed that.

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Later I checked my phone and there was a text from Luke. It said, "We need to talk." Sent at 1:58 am.

He's never up at 1 am unless it's a work related situation, or if he's been drinking again. He promised, that he wouldn't drink again. I hope he kept it.

As my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest, I got into my car and made my way toward his house. Traffic wasn't too bad for a Sunday afternoon. The drive seemed ages. Even though I got to his house in less than ten minutes.

As soon as I parked, I ran out of my car, and ran up the stairs to his apartment. Luckily I had a spare key in case the door was locked, but surprisingly the door was wide open. At that point I was scared.

"Luke?!" I yelled.

"You there?"

I heard a groan coming from his bedroom. I opened the door and saw him lying there, surrounded by empty beer bottles and cans. He fucking promised, and I trusted him, until now.