The Guy Through My Window

CHAPTER 13

LUKE's POV;

I sat idle at the reception center staring at the grey carpet spread across the four corners. My chest burdens with guilt I cannot bear the shame of being bullied and abused after a really long time, the same feelings when I bullied others. I don't know what made me chose this path but my hopes seem to drain. If they could mock at me Zedd would mock more, I can't face him, I can't bear to hear me down. Then out of nowhere, Hannah's face appears to my forefront, her angel face shrunk in fear. I wish one day I could call her 'my angel'. How bravely she rescued me from sin, that sin which could directly open the door to my old self. It was only for her sake that I'm sacrificing so much so that she could love me as the man of her dreams.

"Mr. Luke Marshall." The lady behind the reception desk called out, breaking the bubble of solitude.

"You're fine sir?" She demanded urgently. I pulled out my cash, the guilt reminding me of the memory of the cracked table.

"Marshall." A familiar voice muttered grabbing my attention. Mr. Smith stood against me but his attire completely displaced. His shirt crumpled, his tie missing, his hair messy, and his face into a frown. 

"I heard what happened in the cafeteria?" He reminded. I looked away not willing to hear another lecture. 

"Did you ever wonder why I never sent you to detention?"He blurted. 

"That's because you're the greatest football fan."I shifted my weight to the other foot.

"You think too great of yourself."He smirked.

Yeah my greatest weakness, pride!

"It's because you're a good guy from the inside. I've always given you chances to be a better person but this time you did prove me right. With the determination and hard work you put into the game, I saw the same effort in your academics the other day. It was a simple test but it was difficult." 

"Thank you, Mr. Smith." I couldn't remember when was the last time someone put so much hope inside me.

"Be brave to be yourself, not the self others want you to be."I could feel a warm fussy feeling wrapping me like a warm blanket of concern. Does this man care about me? I hopelessly regret all the insults I threw upon him. 

As I walked down the concrete pavement the evening sky darkening every minute. The smell of warm food captures my nostrils, my mind ignores it but my legs obey my acidic stomach. I order for shawarma, the satisfaction that something warm and fresh lightens my heart.

Then a distant from the long narrow road, stood a young girl with curly locks similar to Hannah. The feeling that she stood a few distances from the overcrowded lane alone speeded my heart. I pushed across the walking crowd and reached quite close to her, so close that I could see that it wasn't her. My heart dropped by the truth and calmed my ranging heart from the false resemblance.

I should have known that she would be studying back home. Just then rough hands engulf me dragging me into darkness and before I could adjust my eyes to the thick black a hard blow smashes my cheek and followed by many. 

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"I am chosen, not forsaken 

I AM WHO YOU SAY I AM!                                          

You are for me not against me 

I AM WHO YOU SAY I AM!

{JF Abraham}