Unforgettable

Chapter 45

*Bri POV*

I sat on the stool next to my counter, on my third drink tonight in the past 15 or so minutes. I felt his rough touch on my hips, his breath on my neck as more tears streamed down my face as I drank. My stomach had a warm fuzzy feeling, my head really light headed as i finished my drink. I tossed it to the side, pulling out a cigarette with my shakey fingers and lighting it. I inhaled it, letting the smoke fill my lungs then blowing it out. I heard a door open and shut, the lights were off besides the hall light by the dining room towards the bedrooms. I looked over, seeing Luke's tall figure walk by and walking down the hall. He walked into the guest bedroom, which i practically his anyway. I exhaled more smoke, glad Luke didn't notice my small figure practically laying on this counter out of misery. I closed my eyes, breathing in and out slowly, soon hearing a noise coming down from the hall. I sat up fully, looking down the hall wondering where it's coming from. Luke turned the light off, but I can see his room light on. I put out my cigarette,  standing up and stumbling up the couple stairs and down the hall. I leaned against the door, hearing a guitar playing and a voice soon following with the beautiful song then guitar is making.

*Luke POV*

I knew Grace, well Bri, was in the kitchen. I smelt the alcohol and fresh smoke lingering out of the kitchen, hearing her staggered breathing and saw her small figure in the corner of my eye. I didn't ignore her to try and act like I don't care, because I do. It is really weird, because I usually don't care about what girls feel. I always fuck them and leave, but something about her was so so different.

I pulled out my guitar, trying to be quiet and pulled out my notebook. I used to be in this band with three other lads, but I left Australia because something just kinda changed in me. I didnt care about anyone, only fucking girls, alcohol,  And smoking.

I started to strum my guitar to the notes of the song I have been working on, closing my eyes as the lyrics took over my mind and fell from my mouth.

I don't even like you,

Why'd you want to go and make me feel this way?

And I don't understand what's happening,

I keep saying things I never say.

I can feel you watching even when you're nowhere to be seen,

I can feel you touching even when you're far away from me 

Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll 'cause I can't control myself,

I don't wanna stay, wanna run away but I'm trapped under your spell.

And it hurts in my head and my heart and my chest, and I'm having trouble catching my breath.

Ooh, ooh

Won't you please stop loving me to death?

*Bri POV*

I listened to his voice, my heart beat calming down along with all my nerves. I slid down the door, listening to his voice and the words falling out of his mouth.

I don't even see my friends no more,

'Cause I keep hanging out with you.

I don't know how you kept me up all night,

Or how I got this tattoo.

I can fell you watching even when you're nowhere to be seen,

I can feel you touching even when you're far away from me.

Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll 'cause I can't control myseld,

I don't wanna stay, wanna run away but I'm trapped under your spell.

I slowly turned the knob, opening the door and seeing the back of Luke as he sat on his bed, playing his guitar and sing his little heart out. I walked up to the bed slowly, not wanting to startle him. I sat on the bed, making my way next to him. He still hasn't noticed me, too lost in the song as he sang with his eyes closed. As if he noticed me, he opened one eye and looked at me. He stopped singing, looking at me in the eyes. He ran his thumb over my cheek, eyes scanning my face then sighing and getting up. He sat his guitar down and put his notebook away in his guitar case.

He was rummaging through his drawer as i stayed there looking at him.

"You should go to sleep, you have work tomorrow morning."

"Oh, uh, yeah."

He walked to his bathroom, closing the door and I heard the shower start running. I went over to his guitar case, slowly opening and grabbing his notebook. It wasn't anything special, an old black beat up notebook. I walked out of the room, going into my room and shutting the door behind me. I took my hair out of its bun, my curls falling down my back. I took off my jeans and my shirt, looking through my closet for a sweatshirt.

"Do I seriously not have a sweatshirt.."

I saw a black sleeve hanging off the top shelf of my closet, making me grab it and pull it down. I got a big waft of cologne, seeing it's Cameron's Cameron Dallas sweatshirt. I sighed, starring at the fabric that I held in my hand. My body took over me and I slipped the sweatshirt over my head, taking off my bra as well.

I crawled into my bed, opening the notebook and seeing a lot of scribbles, paragraphs and lyrics. My eyelids got heavy, soon drifting into sleep while holding the notebook and Cameron's cologne taking over me.