Holy Grail (discontinued)

III. Maybe

“So here it is. The London.”

“Wow, this is…amazing,” I whisper. “But you really didn’t have to, you know…bring me here.”

“I already told you, I owe it to you,” he states as we get in the elevator.

And let me tell you, his room is nice; nicer than anything I’ve ever seen. “Wow, you guys must be like, superstars, booking a place like this.”

He just chuckles though, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t call us super stars.” But I just shrug my shoulders.  

“So yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck. “Just make yourself at home. I’m gonna go get changed for bed, since it’s pretty late.”

Luke goes over to his suitcase, grabbing a handful of clothes and heading into the bathroom. I take a closer look around the room; there’s a lot more pieces of furniture than what I would normally expect to be in a hotel room, and it is pretty spacious. There’s even a rocking lounge chair diagonal from the bed that matches the drapery and bedding.

I get up, walking over to one of the 8 large windows before opening the blinds. I would definitely kill for a view like this. Because from up here, you only see the most beautiful parts of New York City; the parts that always stick in everyone’s minds; not the parts that lie hidden underneath.  

I think about my parents and how they probably don’t care about what’s happening to me right now. They’re probably just continuing on with life with my five siblings like everything’s all the same. Except now, they don’t have someone to watch the children and work for an extra income since I’m not there. Poor them.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” The voice startles me, and I step back, only to bump into Luke. He stands just over my shoulder, looking at the view, just as I was before. I turn around finding him staring at me. His eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue; they remind me of the ocean, or what I would imagine the ocean to look like, since I’ve never been there.

“Yeah, it’s really something,” I agree, crossing my arms in front of me and breaking eye contact.

“You can uh, you can get changed, if you’d like. I know you don’t have anything to change into, so if you want, you can grab something out of my suitcase.”

“O-ok, yeah. Thanks.” I begin to walk away when he grabs me by the arm. I jump at the contact and slowly turn around. He stares at me with those same beautiful eyes that turn me into a puddle.

“I’m glad you’re staying, Luci. You’re parents totally suck for kicking you out, no offense.”

“Th-thank you for inviting me to stay,” I respond, with a smile and a stutter. I go over to his suitcase and grab a white t shirt with a giant smiley face on it. Cute. I also ruffle around for a pair of shorts or something, but blush when I grab a pair of SpongeBob boxers. Definitely not taking those.

“You can totally wear those,” he chuckles, sitting on the bed now, with his phone in his hand. Searching and not finding anything else, I decide to just go with SpongeBob. It’s only for two nights tops, anyway.

I walk over to the bathroom, going inside and closing the door. I slip out of my black slacks and long sleeved shirt, standing in just my undergarments; finally able to breathe. I glance in the mirror, noticing the area where my father slapped me starting to bruise a little bit. I didn’t realize he hit me that hard this time.

I’m so embarrassed; why didn’t Luke say anything earlier?

Just as I’m about to put on his clothes and head out to the main room, ready to ask him why he failed to mention that my face was bruising, the door handle jingles and in walks Luke.