Hardly Perfection

7 - Sparks Fly

A/N: IMPORTANT.
I'm going to be editing a lot of things with the chapters right now to make it just how I want it to be while I don't have a butt load of reads. It won't be with the plot or anything, just like grammar mistakes that I miss while reading over it. Also I'm editing the chapter names, because I've decided that I want to do the chapter number followed by a song title. I will also put a quote that I want from that song to start off the chapter in italics, so I will be editing the previous chapter names as well. The chapter names may not make sense, but you'll know what the song is. They might make sense, but you'll have to figure that out yourself ;). Sorry if that bugs you, but here is a new chapter! *chucks it at your face* enjoy!

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"I'm captivated by you baby like a firework show."

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I wake up cold and exhausted, only to find the place where Luke once slept to be cold and empty.

"What? No! She's not ready!" I heard Luke yell from downstairs. Who is he speaking to at 6 o'clock in the morning? More importantly, who is he talking about? I slowly and silently rise from the mattress and float toward the wall near the staircase to eavesdrop.

"I need more time. She's difficult ... Just give me like a week. Please ... W-what? No. Why would you think that? ... I will, I- ... Okay, thank you."

The call ends and I hear footsteps scaling the stairs quickly. My eyes widen in panic as I try my best to quietly rush to the bedroom door. If he sees me, then I'm a done for!

He can't see me, he can't see me, I repeat in my head as I rush down the hallway.

He can't see me. My hand is on the door knob.

He can't see me, he can't see-

"Danielle?" God damn it! I turn around quickly, fidgeting with my hands and awkwardly settling them intertwined behind my back. I decide to go for the innocent approach first.

"Oh, Luke! Didn't see you there. You know, I was just looking for the bathroom, would you mind showing me where that is?" My voice gets higher at the end, but I'm praying that he doesn't notice.

"So you weren't listening to my conversation on the phone?" He asks.

"What conversation?" I ask, still a bit too high pitched. His eyes remain locked on mine, studying my responses. I can feel a bead of nervous sweat rolling down my hair line. It passes my ear where it takes a leap of faith off of my head to the floor where instead of a soft landing, it shatters into a million smaller droplets.

"Follow me." he says, turning and pacing down the hallway that I haven't traveled down. I have to jog to catch up to him. As we pass the stairs, I notice that there are two doors; one on the left, and one on the right.

"Left is the room I'm sleeping in, right is the bathroom." he says leaning against the wall.

"Thanks." I mutter, and turn to open the door. Just as it cracks open, a hand is placed roughly on my shoulder.

"Next time, I expect you to tell me the truth. You have a bathroom in your room." he speaks menacingly into my ear. As I'm about to respond, he shoves me forward, knocking the door open with a loud bang as it hits the connecting wall. I hit my head on both the door and the cold tile floor, but I still manage to turn myself over as I watch him leave.

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30 minutes pass, and I still lay on the floor motionless. It's not because of the whole, "Help, I've fallen and I can't get up!" bit, but I'm merely reminiscing my life. I realized that I've forgotten about my best friend, McKale, and my recently titled ex boyfriend, Zach (not that I would care to think about him anyways). I've known McKale my whole life, considering she lives down the street from my mom and I. Speaking of, I haven't forgotten about my mother, Sammie. I love her to the moon and back, and she's done so much for me ever since my father, Daryl, left. He was nothing but a drunk, lying cheater from what my mother had told me. A week before I was born my mom came home early one night from one of those x-ray appointments, but it turned out that my father was pissed drunk in their bed, screwing their neighbor's 20-year old daughter. Yeah, real dick move, right? She still managed to stick around for 6 years, putting up with his all of his bull. The nightmare I had before was a flashback of when he left us. He abused my mother, left, and I had never seen him again. I hate him so much. My mother never told me about the constant abuse she received until I was 13. I've never hated someone so much in my life.