*Luke's POV*
The following morning comes and I've hardly gotten any sleep. I felt an immense amount of guilt weighing on my chest after our talk with Ashton last night. It sucks. I wish I could have just told him that she's okay, that I saw her and she doesn't look harmed in any way or even scarred, but if Sabrina didn't scare me half to death with her intimidating stare, I would've told him. Sabrina did look a little shaken up when she saw me, though. I wonder how long it'll take her to be ready to talk to Ashton again; could be weeks, or months. Nobody knows. I think Ashton's ready to talk to her, he seemed desperate for information last night. I don't blame the guy; I'd be desperate to know if I was in his situation or mindset.
Anyways, I dress myself to go to Lindsay's. I need to talk to them and especially Sabrina, hopefully convincing her to quit waiting and talk to Ashton.
"Hey, where you going?" Ashton asks me as I grab my keys. He's sitting on the lounge watching TV with Calum and Mikey.
"I'm gonna see Linds, to check up on her." I answer him, swallowing thickly. I hate lying to him. "Do you guys need anything while I'm out?" They only shake their heads and I take that as my cue to leave. After stopping for a much needed cup of coffee first, I head to Lindsay's apartment, casually knocking on the door when I reach apartment 121.
"Hey babe." She grins as she opens the door, pulling me in for a kiss. I smile within the kiss, having truly missed her since yesterday. If Michael knew that, he'd make a sound of a whip cracking and smirk at me.
"Sabrina's here right?" I quietly ask Lindsay, to which she nods.
"Yeah, is everything alright? You seemed pretty serious when you texted me." Lindsay whispers back, closing the door behind us.
"I don't know. I just need to speak to her."
"She's on the lounge." She takes my hand and pulls me with her to the lounge room, where I find Sabrina sitting Indian style on the black lounge cushions.
"Hey Lucas, good to see you again." Sabrina smiles at me as I enter and I happily grin back, the feeling still weird that she's actually here but I suppose I'll get used to it.
"You too. Do you mind if I sit?" I ask her, raising my eyebrows and looking at the seat beside her. Shaking her head with a smile, she mutes the television as I set my coffee on the coffee table, mimicking her position beside her.
"How are you?" I start, using Rebecca's technique when she starts talking with Ashton. Ash was right; Becca could have a bright future as a therapist.
"Um, I'm good I guess." She chuckles. "Everything alright? You look a bit tired." She's the first one that noticed so far; maybe I wasn't close enough to the boys for them to see the faint bags under my eyes.
"Uh, I hardly got any sleep last night."
"What's wrong? Is Ashton okay?" I want to smirk because that was her first question. She so loves him! Why is she making all this harder by holding off on speaking to him?
"Yeah Ashton's fine...but he doesn't believe that you are."
"What? Of course I'm fine. Look at me!" She holds out her arms as if to prove her point and I nod.
"I know. You seem well and healthy."
"So what does he think is wrong with me?"
"He, um..." Jesus, how do you even throw this kind of topic out there? "He thinks that your boyfriend back in London is - er, was abusing you...physically."
Her eyes widen to their full hilt, "What?"
"That's what I said." I nod sadly, threading my fingers in my hair, making it stand up more.
