A Love Hate Feeling | l.h.

Chapter Nineteen

Fetus Luke is my favorite Luke ♡

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Chapter Nineteen

Vanessa's Point of View:

It's been two days. Two days since the accident. My dad surprisingly didn't die right away, he's still alive. He's just in a medically induced coma.

But I don't think he's gonna make it.

After the ambulance took him on Sunday, my mom rushed Joey and I to the hospital. We were able to see him, but I couldn't go in. Seeing him before the ambulance took him was hard enough.

I sucked it up and went to see him on Monday though, yesterday. His face and body were completely covered, except for his eyes, nose, and mouth.

I haven't been to school in the past two days either. My friends bordered me with questions on Monday, asking why I wasn't in school.

And of course, I told them. I also told them that I didn't want to be around anyone at the moment, which they understood.

As for Luke, he wasn't home yet. His flight would be coming in tonight, so he didn't know about this yet. I wasn't mad at him anymore, I had other things to worry about than being mad at him.

Being snapped from my thoughts, I shielded my eyes as my mom opened my bedroom door.

"Vanessa, you need to get out of bed." She sighed.

I shrugged. "I don't want to,"

"What if I told you that Luke is back?" She said, as my head shot up.

"I thought his flight wasn't coming back for another few hours?" I questioned, my voice quiet.

"Luke, come in," my mom called, and shortly after, Luke was standing right in front of me.

I shot up in bed and rubbed my eyes. Luke turned my bedside lamp on so it wasn't so dark in here, and sat beside me on my bed.

My mom left the room and shut the door, giving us some privacy.

I didn't even say anything. I just moved closer to my boyfriend and shoved my face into the crook of his neck, sobbing against his skin.

"Nessa I'm so sorry," he whispered, repeatedly kissing the top of my head.

I continued to cry. I didn't say anything, but I didn't have to. I knew Luke understood.

"It's my fault," I choked out between sobs.

Luke pulled away from me, but kept his arms tightly around my waist. "Why the hell do you think that? You had nothing to do with this,"

Closing my eyes, I debated whether or not I should wipe my tears away. I decided not to, because they would continue to fall anyway. "I'm the one that called him. I asked him to come pick Joey and I up. I'm the one that made him leave his house, if he didn't leave then he wouldn't have gotten in that accident."

Luke sighed and moved closer to me, hugging me again. "Nessa that doesn't mean it's your fault,"

"Yes it does," I whispered.

I felt Luke's lips on my cheek, then my forehead, then my cheek again. "The person who was driving the truck, it was their fault. Not yours," he tried to reason with me.

I shook my head. "Nothing you say will make me think differently."

Luke sighed. "I know,"

I rested my head on his shoulder and breathed heavily, not being able to control my emotions.