Does he really care?

Don't cry

"What are you talking about? Who's lying?" Luke says getting up off the floor.

I throw the phone at him and storm upstairs. 

Walking into my room I sit on the floor propping myself on the bedside away from the door. 

'Please god if you're trying to say something make it stop hurting me,' I whisper to myself. 

I sit in silence for a little bit until I hear the door open, Luke walks to where I am sitting and he sits on the floor across from me. 

"So do you want me to tell you what happened?" He asks handing me my phone.

I nod my head and grab the phone slowly. 

"Alright," He says before taking a deep breath.

"When I left your house I cried all the way home, and once I got to my house I went straight upstairs and cried more. I sat in bed and didn't move for a week straight. I woke up, and cried, Molly would bring me food and water and sometimes sat with me, I tried doing things to distract myself, but it ended up reminding me of you so I cried some more, and then I just sat in my dark quiet room until I fell asleep. My mom let me be for a week and then she made me go back to school, and the first class I walked into Isabella was in it and we got assigned a project and we were paired. She wanted to work at her house and I just agreed without thinking, the whole time I couldn't stop thinking about you. But I was there to do the project so that's what I worked on, so we worked for a while and she stopped me and put on a movie. I don't even know what she was watching I was too zoned out pretending you were her and I wasn't at her house but at yours. Then I just snapped out of my mind, it's like when I was a little kid and wet the bed I would instantly wake up. But I didn't piss in her bed that wasn't the wet feeling that was going on, it was uh her mouth on me..." He says trailing off "I gotta go," He said his voice cracking getting up and leaving the room, 

I hear him walk into the room next door and his body slams against the floor. I get up quietly and hear him talking, I go up close to the door and listen to what he's saying. 

"Why the hell wasn't I thinking, I should have just forced that bitch to go to the library. I'm fucked up I don't understand what is wrong with me," He sobbed while laying on the floor.

I look through the door and see him laying on his back and his arms covering his face, and he kept crying the hardest I'd seen. I carefully walk into my bathroom and wet a hand towel. I swiftly walk into his room and sit on him. He moves his hands and looks at me, his eyes are bloodshot red and his cheeks have waterlines going down them and onto his neck. His face was hot and he couldn't stop crying, I wipe his face with the wet towel and his hands go onto the floor. I cover his entire face with the cold towel and push it into his skin, 

"A-a-are you gonna kill me?" He says in between cries.

"No, I'm just trying to cool you down," I say laughing a little.

I feel him breathe under me and I remove the cloth. 

"I deserve to be killed," He said.

"No you don't," I said wiping his face again.

"Dakota I tried my hardest to not fuck up, I knew I wanted to try and get you back I wanted nothing to do with anyone at school. I wanted you and that ruined everything," He started crying again.

'Goddamn he's crying a lot' I think to myself as I'm wiping his neck.

"When she finally got off me I swear I left her house and she tried to call me Lukey on the way out and I told her immediately to never call me that again," He paused and took a deep breath, "Only you can call me that," He says breathing more.