Regrets [l.h]

Ten.

Chapter Ten.

Luke grabs my hand as he catches up to me, spinning me around to face him. "Are you okay?"

I give him a small nod, my shaky hands and wide eyes not fooling him. My mouth gapes open, like my jaw has become unhinged. I feel like crying, I feel like screaming, but oddly, I feel safe at the same time. 

I don't know how I can feel safe, considering I am standing in the driveway of my abusive ex-boyfriend. With Luke. I should feel scared, and definitely not safe. I should feel anything but safe. 

"Let's go," I say quietly, pulling Luke toward Jeremy's house. 

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It has been three hours and I have lost count of the amount of shots I have downed and the beer I managed to guzzle. My thoughts are cloudy and my thoughts are wandering, I don't know where Luke went and I am slightly angry with him.

I haven't seen Jeremy yet, so that's a plus. I have been hiding out in the kitchen the whole time, preparing myself to go and find Luke. I huff, pushing myself off of the kitchen counter behind me. I stumble forward, catching myself on the wall in front of me. 

I can barely walk, how am I going to find Luke? 

My feet don't move the way I want them to, causing me to bump into multiple people. I feel like I have two left feet and I am walking in circles.

I squint my eyes nearly shut, like it is going to help me find Luke.

Then, I see him. 

My chest begins to tighten and my cloudy thoughts become a bit clearer. I spin around quickly, too quickly and head back to the kitchen. I don't know if he saw me, but I am praying that he didn't. 

I hurry into the kitchen, two guys tear their attention away from each other and focus on me. Small smiles fall upon their faces as I lean back against the counter, my eyebrows slowly tugging together. 

My head feels normal, but my sluggish and blurred vision reminds me that I am plastered. I give them harsh glares, only making their smug smiles widen. I chew on my lip nervously, slowly backing out of the kitchen. 

I need to find Luke. 

I turn on my heels, running into a large frame. A familiar build. 

No.

I push myself off of him, I stumble into the counter that has accompanied me all night. 

I remember this counter, I had my first kiss on this counter. 

I hate this counter. 

The two smug smirked guys are now on both sides of me, their smug smirks no longer held on their faces. They have been replaced by evil grins and dark eyes. Jeremy stands in front of me still, his long legs beginning to stride toward me. I try to make a break for it, but evil eyes on my left grabs my wrist, followed by evil eyes on my right. 

"Let me go," I thrash, kicking my legs and digging my nails into their sweat laced skin. Jeremy steps closer to me until he is merely inches away from my face. I turn my head to the right, keeping his hot breathe off of my face. 

"Avery Mae," Jeremy shakes his head. "What's my girl been up to?" He whispers in my ear, making me flinch. 

I finally muster up enough confidence to look him in the eyes, I curl my lip in anger. "I'm not your girl," I snap. Anger erupts from me, I spit in Jeremy's face, watching my saliva slowly travel down his cheek. A smile of achievement falls on my lips, only for it to quickly fade.