My heart is stripped just for you(H2OVanoss)

Part 43 - A night walk

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(Delirious POV)
"Thanks, Lui," I tiredly smiled at him, closing the door of his car.

"Any time! Text me sometime. Oh, and Jonathan?" He said, after he rolled down the window.

"Hm?"

"Forget about that prick. He is not worth of your precious time and attention. Let him be," Lui grinned at me.

It's hard to do that.

"I'll try. But you and me are definitely hitting the club some time soon."

"Sure! And maybe we will meet that hot potato," Lui laughed, making me roll my eyes.

"Bye."

I walked to my house, unlocking the door. There was a silence, letting me know Luke was still sleeping. I sat down in the kitchen, my eyes finally after all this time forming the tears.

The only things I saw were ten memories. The sweet memories of me and him. The moments, that filled my heart with happiness. He made me feel not to be ashamed of myself, he made me smile without faking a single second, without pretending.

That was the reason why he didn't want to sleep with me the last time. Why would he want to waste his time?

But the fact that he was the one, who was only toying with me was like a sharped knife right into my heart. And after a long time, after holding so many emotions inside me since I had been with Oliver, I let loose.

Opening one of the cabinets, I felt tears running down upon my face. I closed my eyes just for a few seconds, before screaming my feelings out. I grabbed plate by plate, smashing them on the ground.

"Motherfucking son of a bitch!"

How could I be so blind? How could I trust his words, obviously lying all the time.

"I fucking hate you!" I screamed again, smashing another plate .

"No! That's my-" I heard Luke's voice, cutting him off as I smashed a mug.

"Favorite mug," he finished his sentence.

My wrists were grabbed, and soon after I was turned to face Luke. I looked into his eyes, my vision blurred out by my tears.

"Breath, just breath. What happened?" He asked worried, looking down upon my hands.

"I hate him. I fucking hate him," I growled, sobbing right after.

"You're bleeding," he pointed out, making me look on my hands.

But the pain inside me completely pushed away any other. I didn't even felt it, until he said it.

"Carefully now, come here," he whispered, leading me out of the mess I made.

We ended up in his room, where he sat me down on his bed. I suddenly felt so bad, mainly because I woke him up.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, watching him bandaging both of my hands.

"What for?" He looked up at me.

"I woke you up. I didn't want that," I replied silently.

"That's fine. Tell me what happened," he nudge me softly, still holding my hands.