Hurt.

37.

It had been a couple days since Luke came home, I hadn't spoken to him so I didn't know how his recovery was coming along. I figured I would walk over there since it was nice outside. It was about 630 in the evening when I got there and it started to get cold. I hurried up to the front door and knocked, rubbing my arms to keep warmth.

Jai answered the door and his eyes looked bloodshot. "Dreaaa.." He dragged on. I could smell alcohol and weed coming off of him, even standing twenty steps away from him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in. Sure enough, there were the other four, all getting high off their asses.

I looked at them. "Are you serious?" Jai sat me down between him and Luke and Luke gave me the cheesiest grin. I nodded, not showing any signs of happiness. I was disappointed, and wanted to leave.

"Hey, baby..glad you could come." Luke said, kissing my cheek lightly. I wiped my cheek off, looking at him with disgust.

"You're high as fuck, Luke.." I said as he laughed and took another drag from the joint he was currently smoking.

"What are you talking about? I am low." He said with a laugh again. I rolled my eyes and got up, heading towards the door when I felt Luke's hand tug on my arm. I couldn't yank away, his grip was too strong. Trying to pull away, I found myself stumbling backwards when Luke finally let go and all the guys laughed at me. I was practically in tears at this moment. Maintaining myself, I stood up and brushed myself off.

"I'll come over tomorrow when you're not high or an ass." I rolled my eyes and walked out. It started to rain, so I pulled my hood up and walked to my house, feeling a tear come down my face. I honestly felt disgusted with Luke. I thought he was better than that, I thought he knew better, but obviously not.

I got home and slammed the door behind me as I stormed upstairs.

"Drea? What's the matter?" My dad as me as he jumped.

"I don't wanna talk about it." I said with anger in my voice and stomped into my room. Closing my door behind me, I took off my sweatshirt and laid on my bed, crying into my pillow. I felt embarrassed for myself and Luke. Did they really think that was cool? Because I sure as hell didn't.

I figured I would try and get some sleep. Changing into some pajamas and tying my hair up as I cleaned my face, I finally got to lay down and shut off my phone for the night since I didn't went any texts from Luke while he was getting stoned.

The next morning, I woke up to my cat on top of my head. Moving her, I sat up and stretched out, rubbing my eyes. My phone was still off and I was scared to turn it on. What if Luke texted me? I nodded to myself and turned my phone on, waiting for all my messages to come through. Sure enough, there were over 20 messages from Luke himself. I read through them all and they all looked like drunk texts. Rolling my eyes, I simply replied back: just text me when you're sober and aware of what happened last night.

I walked downstairs and my dad was sitting in the kitchen with another lady. I was confused about who she was.

"Um...?" I said, clearing my throat.

My dad got startled. "Uh, D-Drea! You're up early, what's the occasion?" He asked and I shrugged, hopping up on the counter.

"Just wanted to get up early. Who's the girl?" I rose an eyebrow, looking at him.

My dad smiled and looked at the girl, then back at me. "This is Laura, we've been seeing each other for a while, so she came over for some coffee and then we're gonna go run some errands together." I nodded and rolled my eyes.

"Or just morning sex.." I mumbled and hopped off the counter, going by the fridge. I grabbed a juice box then shut the fridge before I walked back upstairs. I still wasn't ready to talk to Luke since I was very upset. I was just so shocked. How could he do that? Just out of the hospital and he's out getting high and drunk off his ass with his friends and brothers.

I decided to take a shower to clear my mind and eventually try to get things situated with Luke. After I got dressed and ready for the day, I picked up my phone and called Luke, hoping he would answered. First time, no answer. Probably was still sleeping. Then my phone rang five minutes later, and it was him. I quickly picked up my phone and answered.

"Luke?" I said kind of surprised he was up this early after probably partying all  night.

"You rang?" He asked and he sounded exhausted. "My brothers said you were over last night..."

I nodded and sat in my bean bag chair. "I was, for a brief moment and then I left. You were high off your ass, Luke. You smelled horrifying and you were just an embarrassment. You and your brothers, home by yourselves with your friends just partying. It was disgusting." 

Luke scoffed. "I was having a great time, Andrea. Don't fucking call me out for my mistakes."

"I wouldn't be if you didn't make any. You just got out of the hospital and this is how you spend it? Ruining yourself more? Probably ending up back in the hospital? It's ridiculous, Luke. You never think of your actions before you perform them." I rolled my eyes, looking at a picture I had framed of Luke and I.

"There you go again. Calling out my mistakes and shit. Shut up, just I'm fine, okay? Let me be, I'm perfectly fine." He sighed. "I'm gonna go before you name more things wrong about me." He hung up and I looked at my phone blankly, shocked at what just happened. 

I sat on my bed and texted Luke: just wanted you to know that i care about you, Luke. I care if you get hurt and last night you were just hurting yourself more.

I felt like a bitch, honestly. Yelling at Luke, telling him what was right and what was wrong. But it's only because I care about the damn kid, it's wrong of me to just let him do what he wants while hurting himself in the process.

Luke texted me back: I was fine. I woke up this morning, did I not? I know when my limits are and I stopped before my limits. I just gotta let go sometimes and that's how I do it. Let me be please. Sorry for blowing up, I'm just sick of everyone thinking they can tell me how to run my life.

I texted back: Well if I knew that, I would've never gotten mad at you. You could've said that from the start. 

Luke: just whatever, have a good day.

Feeling hurt, I locked my phone and turned my TV, hopefully to fall asleep and forget any of this ever happened.