Having Luke

Chapter 3

On the roof looking at the stars for an answer somehow. I know him so well I think to myself and smile. I sit right in front of him and grab his hands, "please look at me" I nearly whisper. his eyes look so sorrow and helpless and I almost loose it. "I'm not sure it's James your entirely worried about? what is really wrong??" I say in the calmest voice I can. "he's just trying to get into your pants and fuck you for a Bette he made with Seth!!!! I heard him I'm the locker room say it himself and I know Seth is going to try and do something to you to, and I may not be there!!!! it fucking scared the shit out of me because you always fight back with that bastard!" practically screaming at me now. I look at him in disgust and shout "James would never do that ever! he's never played a girl or used one like that!!! he is better than that and your just mad because you don't have a mother to help you with all this shit" I scream back but stop after I finished that sentence. "shit Luke I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that, please Luke I'm" but am interrupted when he gets up and goes into the room and slams the door as he leaves. I don't dare move but watch where he goes. I see him walk out my house and stomp over to his dads house. SHIT! I get off the roof and run downstairs and tell my dad everything an almost start crying for Luke. My dad doesn't say anything just doesn't dare let me move out of his hug. "I don't want you going over there to try and save him, you could get hurt to and I'm a lawyer my dad replies uneasy. "No dad please every time something happens to me he is always right there and I'm not there for him now!" I say letting the tears run down my face. "He just needs to cool down and we don't know what he is doing over there" he says ever so calmly. Me and my dad finally settle down and watch a lot of episodes of friends to try and calm me down. I end up going to sleep at some point and my dad carries me upstairs and tucks me in the bed. At like 5:30 in the morning I hear someone tapping on the door downstairs and i immediately run down the stairs knowing who it is. I see a bloody Luke in front of me and wake my dad up and he helps him. "what the fuck happened" I almost scream at him. "I went over there an he was there and I grabbed a bottle of jack and started drinking and then went upstairs, in my room was a whole fucking room full of weed and other fucking drugs so I went downstairs and practically cussed him out and ended up having a beer bottle thrown at my damn back, I went through your backyard to the beach and tried to wash up but it just never stopped bleeding" he says whimpering as my dad sprays stuff on it. My dad leaves to go watch some tv so we can work this out. "I'm so sorry luke I shouldn't have said that, you wouldn't have showed up at my house in 5:30 drenched in blood. I feel terrible and I wasn't there to help you like you do for me" I say almost crying trying to hold back tears. he just looks me straight in the eyes like he wants to say something, so much pain, sympathy and so much more Ive never seen in his eyes. I crawl to the back of him and tell him to hold the towel because it's going to hurt. I pull out the first glass piece and hear Luke wince in pain and I almost do the same thing as the rest are pulled out. "there deep but don't need stitches, it's going to take a while to heal" I say in a whisper. he wraps me in a hug and I let all the tears flow onto his chest, for him and for his problems with his father. "do u wanna go to the beach after school?" he asks me and I know what he means. "ya that would be nice" I reply with a slight smile on my face. he gets up and heads to the guest room to get some sleep. I do the same but can't seem to sleep a wink so I hop in the shower an let the warmth absorb me. after I'm done it's like 7:00 so I blow dry my hair and let it become naturally wavy again. I pick out some shorts and almost like a crop top with some neon pink vans. I grab my bag and head downstairs and get some breakfast. I read a note on the table and it reads