Does he really care?

Scared into the bathtub

I wake up in Luke's tight grip, his breathing is calm and soft. I swiftly get out of his grip without moving the bed. I head downstairs and into the kitchen, I see a note on the fridge from Sage,

'Mom called me home so I called an Uber, be back tomorrow with groceries... :)'
-Sage.

I quietly laugh and lay down on the couch. I realize I took a two-hour nap and it's only 10 o'clock. 

"Dang I woke up early this morning," I say to myself.

Then just as I start to get up I feel like a bowling ball hit me in the face, it feels like my head exploded. A raging headache feels like it's taking control and spreading across my entire brain. I try to stand up thinking I should go back to my room but the dizziness kicks in as well. I sit back down on the couch with my head in my hands, just sitting there, I feel no emotions through this just a lot of pain.

"Where's My Dakota!" Luke screams at the top of his lungs. 

The noise makes my head throb even more. I just groan in response to him. 

"What's wrong?" He asks. 

I just sit there I can't move without pain being shot through my head. 

"Are you crying?" He asks.

I barely move my head but shake it indicating no I'm not. 

"Then what's up?" 

I slowly lift my hand and point to my head.

"Awe you have a headache"

I just give him a thumbs-up.

"Well I know the perfect cure for headaches," he says confidently.

Luke gently picks me up, trying his best not to move very much, and carries me back to my room. He very carefully sets me back down on my bed, turns off the lights, and covers the blinds so the room is dark even though the sun is out. Luke walks back over to the bed and climbs in next to me, one of his arms wraps around me while the other is rubbing my head. I manage to stay awake for about 20 minutes until I completely pass out again. I woke up after a nice three-hour nap, the headache is still present but not as strong as before. I roll over to see Luke passed out right next to me. So I move my entire body on top of him, his arms wrap around me and he's pushing me into his stomach. At first, my body tenses up but after a while, I calm down, my eyes start to feel heavy and I end up falling asleep again.

Luke's movement wakes me up, somehow I moved in my sleep and I'm laying on the side of him. 

"Hey Dakota can you lay on me again?" Luke asks waking up from his nap.

I shake my head indicating no, He gives a slight chuckle and gets out of bed.

"I'm going to get Starbucks, you want anything?" He asks.

My face lights up but quickly saddens, I shake my head no and reach for my phone. 

"Why? I thought you liked Starbucks." 

"I do," I tell Luke. 

"So why don't you want any?"

"I don't know I just don't," I say lying through my teeth.

Luke looks at me scrolling through hate messages that have been blowing up my phone ever since I left school. 

"Can I see your phone?" He asks.

I looked up at him, "for what?" 

He looks around for a couple of seconds, "I need to um call Sage," He says.

I reopened my phone, "I'll just send you her number."

"Why can't you just give me your phone, is there something you're hiding," Luke says his voice raising.

"What no," I tell him.

"Then give me your phone," He says.

"No, I can't," I look away from his face.

"GIVE ME YOUR GODDAMN PHONE!" Luke screams at the top of his lungs.

His voice reminds me of my dad's, I hold my phone out and he quickly snatches it. I flinch at the sudden movement and escape from the room as he's scouring my phone. I race down the stairs and into the guest bathroom, I open the door quickly and lock it, I run over to the shower/bathtub and close the curtain shaking intensely.

-Luke's POV-
I look through Dakota's phone expecting to see another guy's name with heart emojis and all these flirty conversations on iMessage. But instead, I see she only has 4 contacts: me, my sister, Sage, and her dad. 

"Well, fuck I should have known she wasn't doing anything,"  I mumbled.

Before I turn her phone off I check her messages to make sure I didn't miss anything, but everything looks normal she only has two conversations one with me and one with Sage. Until I see her unrecognized numbers. I click the tab open and she has hundreds of unopened messages from a bunch of different numbers. They consisted of stuff like:
'You're a whore'
'Slut'
'Pig'
'Fatty'
'Attention whore'
'Cut deeper'
'Stop eating so much'
'Scaredy cat'
'Hoe'

It was all the same idea in the messages. I immediately realized that I yelled at her and probably scared her shitless. I race down the stairs and tried and follow the path of fallen decor that went down while she was probably bolting to wherever she is hiding. 

"Dakota I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you," I say out loud not knowing if I'm even close to her.

I walk down a hallway and when I pass a certain door I hear a faint cry. I put my ear up to the door and listen closely, it's Dakota. 

"Dakota can you open this I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you," I say softly into the door.

No movement comes from inside the door. I head over to the next room which is coincidentally an office, I go through the desk drawers and find a paper clip. Going back to Dakota's door I pick the lock and the door opens with ease. The door opens and the bathroom is empty until I realize the shower curtain is moving. 

"Dakota I know you're in here you don't need to be scared," I say quietly.

I gently pull back the shower curtain and I see Dakota, her eyes are tightly shut and she's shaking. 

"Dakota I'm really sorry," I whisper not sure what to do at this point. 

I try to pick her up out of the bathtub but she flinches and makes it impossible for me to get a good grasp to lift her out. A single tear runs down her cheek and I wipe it with my thumb. 

"Dakota I'm really sorry that I scared you, I was scared myself that you were talking to another guy I really don't want to lose you but I think the way I acted I might have lost you at that moment," I tell her trying to keep my composure and not breakdown.

She looks up at me with broken eyes, "Why would any other guy want me?"

"Because Dakota, you are beautiful, smart, nice, cute, and perfect in every way, I can't lose you," I tell her, at this point, a few tears have escaped and my voice had cracked a couple of times. 

She looks up at me, "I'm scared." 

I get up and lift her out of the bathtub, carrying her to the kitchen. I set her on one of the barstools and spin it around so she's facing me. 

"I'm sorry Dakota I didn't mean to yell at you, I should have known that you wouldn't cheat on me, I don't know what I was thinking."