The Hart Game

Chapter Thirty-Seven

LUKE

       

"Luke?" I tense at the small voice of the girl I thought I knew. Clearly I was wrong. Not even an hour ago we were having Thanksgiving dinner. Not even an hour ago, her family left leaving my world upside down. How the hell do you react to your girlfriend being the daughter of the biggest Mafia Boss in North America? Not only that, but Cassie has the biggest claim. Whatever that means. But I know it's close to meaning that she can potentially take over for her father.

    What. The. Hell.

    And my Dad? He and Cassie's dad were friends. BEST FRIENDS! And Cassie knew about this. My MOM knew about this.

    I didn't even want to deal with anything after learning what I did today. When everyone was clearing out, I went straight to the garage, put on some music, made it as loud as I could and started punching the old punching bag. I didn't want to deal with anything. Not yet, anyways.

    But I knew someone would eventually come in and check on me. God! I was so oblivious to everything. To my parents, to Cassie, AND to Kyle. I feel like I don't even know anyone anymore. Not even my own brother. The brother who I thought told me everything!

    "Luke, I'm so sorry." Cassie's soft voice rang through my ears. I hadn't realized I froze and that the music was turned off, but I didn't dare turn around. So I go back to punching the damn bag. "Luke, please. Talk to me."

    "AARGH!" I yell out throwing a punch with so much force the bag ended up breaking off the hinges and falling to the floor. "And say what?!"

    "Anything!"

    "How the hell am I supposed to react? To everything!" I yell out breathing heavily, bringing my hands up to my head and pulling on my hairs as hard as I could, so I could actually feel the pain that I was feeling right now. "Everybody in my life lied to me!" Next thing I knew, I had punched a hole in the wall.

    "Luke!" Turning around, I find that Cassie isn't alone anymore. Scott, Brady, Shrimp, Cameron, my Dad and my Mom were all standing there at the door. All scared to come closer. Soon, the walls started to cave in, becoming smaller and smaller. I could feel my chest getting tighter and the room started to spin.

    I can't be here.

    I turn around and press the button to open the garage doors that leads to the cool air outside. When it was almost half way, I start towards it to leave.

    "Luke-" My Father calls out.

    "Not now!" I yell out, turning around and lifting my hand up to stop him from following. I could see my mom and Cassie flinch, so I try to calm my voice a little bit. "Just not now. Please, just don't." And with that, I take the spare keys I keep in the garage and stalked to the Impala. Started the car and left without looking at any of them. Even when they all watched as I drove down the street and disappeared around the corner.

    I don't know how long I've been driving and I honestly didn't know where I was. My phone hadn't stopped going off since I left, but I ignored it. Come to think of it, I looked down at my knuckles. The one that hit the wall was covered in dried blood. I cursed when both hands started to hurt. The hand with the blood more than the other. But I didn't care.

    I kept driving.

    Nothing was really open, mainly because it was technically still Thanksgiving and it was pretty late. So I still kept driving. I didn't know where I was. All I knew was the need to find a fight was too great. The need to punch a face was greater. Finding an empty parking lot, I park my car and just sit there.