The Journey Home

A DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW

I am feeling super nice today because well, we've reached 12K!!
So I am writing a special one lol

It's super short, though. 

It's Luke. He curses.

Luke ships Eilex. AutumnWinters221 - thank you lol

A LOT.

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LUCAS

So, turns out pregnant women have a shitload of mood swings. In Eileen's case, she was getting pissed over everything. I was dealing with it.

The only issues was that there was no reason for me to deal with it if I wasn't the dad.

She had been debating whether or not to say anything to Alex yet. The cramping she had at times was severe and some spotting, and yet, she was pushing through. Though she was eight weeks pregnant, she could've put most men to shame. That woman was fucking strong, one of the many reasons I admired her.

Raymond Dickhead Gutierrez was still unaware of the pregnancy but sneaky Nicole had managed to get the truth out of me. Sneaky Nicole had a thing for guns apparently and didn't once hesitate to threaten me with it.

Let me tell you, I'm too fucking young to die.

And of course, you all know who's saving Eilex's relationship right?

Yeah. That's right.

Me.

So as I walked up to Alex's house, I realised how fucked up their lives would be without me. Best brother in the whole world: me.

I didn't bother knocking, Alex was going to give me shit regardless. With my luck of course, the first person I see is Adeleine.

Pretty, deceiving, Addie.

"Luke," Of course, ask as if you're surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm not doing you," I said to her.

She stood there with her pretty little mouth open. That mouth caused as much pleasure as it did pain. Like I said, deceiving.

In this house there was one particular room that is rarely visited aside from Angela's room. Alex has a room where we used to go hide out before; our man cave if you wish to call it that. Except the only reason we'd be in there would because we were pissed off. Or fucking depressed.

Needless to say, I was the one in there most of time because regardless of what you may think, I get pissed a lot. I just don't show it. 

I knew exactly how much Eileen meant to Alex, so I went to our depressed center.

He merely glanced up from the puzzle he was working on. After grabbing two beers, I sat next to him and gave him one. 

Cue Luke the therapist.

"You know," I began, "Puzzles aren't meant to be easy to solve."

"Hmm. They're not." 

"The pieces are all in front of you but you're supposed to take time and find each and everyone of them." I picked one up, turning it over, studying it. "Not everyone is made to solve puzzles, but if you're patient the pieces will start to fall into fucking place. You just don't give up."

"Maybe some of the puzzle pieces are lost. There's no way to fix it then."

"Have you tried to talk to the puzzle?" Alex turned and gave me an annoyed look. "I mean, if you try to talk to the puzzle maybe she will tell you the piece that's missing."

Or the piece that's been added.

"The puzzle left me a note saying that it 'it's better to end things before we hurt even further' so we can't force the fucking pieces together." Though he'd snarled the words with what seemed anger, I knew it was desperation.

Time for little white lies.

They never hurt anyone right?

And we all agree it's for a good reason. Do I have your approval?

Good.

"She's been sick, Alex." Not a complete lie. She has been throwing up and cramping.

Ahh. Now I had his attention. 

"What's wrong? Is she okay?" 

I shrugged. "She isn't eating much. She barely leaves her bed. I can't get her to go to the doctor. Dickhead is worried about her, too."

Again, not a complete lie.

There it was. Alex immediately tensed. I was sure he was going to crush the beer bottle, but instead he sighed. My brother looked fucking defeated, and it didn't suit him. 

"Go," I said. "Pretend none of the shit with Addie happened and listen to me. Go."

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This is one is just a little bit of how Luke sees things in his mind.

I love him!

You guys will love the next chapter.

-Luz<3