Mending A Broken Heart

Chapter Eight

Emily's Pov

I groaned as I sat up in my bed. I viciously rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands before letting them move to my temples, where I rubbed circles around them.

My eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the sunlight that was pouring through the open curtains.

Where am I? I questioned myself as I looked around at the unfamiliar room. My eyes scanned every inch of the room until they landed on a glass of water that was standing next to two pills.

Without even thinking, I took the glass and gulped the pills down. My mind kept rising with thoughts of what might have happened.

Suddenly, my eyes snapped towards my body to see it covered in a large, black shirt that belonged to a male.

I could feel my heartbeat quicken as I tried to remember what happened. Why was I in an unfamiliar room wearing a shirt that didn't belong to me?

My eyes widened when I thought of one possibility.......did I sleep with someone?

I could feel tears build up in my eyes as I thought about that theory. It's not impossible. I mean, I can't remember anything except drinking whatever that bartender had given me.

As I kept sitting there, the first few tears fell from my eyes and landed on my hands that were placed in my lap.

Slowly, I got out of the bed, and I instantly groaned when my head started hurting even more.

I slowly made my way out of the bedroom I was asleep in and started down the hallway, where I finally found a staircase.

When I finally reached the different bottom smells, instantly filled my nose, and it was then that my stomach started to make its usual noises when I was hungry.

I couldn't help but take in the beautiful scenery the house had. It was evident that this house cost a fortune.

I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair before following the smell of food that engulfed my nose.

Once I finally reached the kitchen, I saw a man standing there with his bareback facing me. I couldn't help but notice how his back muscles flex whenever he would move.

My breathing suddenly got caught in my throat when the man turned around to see the face of none other than Luke.

My breathing got caught in my throat as his eyes locked with mine. Somehow it felt like everything around me frozen, and it was only Luke and me.

"I hope you slept well," Luke's husky voice said, causing me to snap back into reality.

Not knowing what to say, I just lifted my shoulders into a shrug and continued to stand in the doorway of the kitchen.

I sometimes wish I could cook as well. I have never really learned how to make anything except spaghetti, but that either comes our undercooked or overcooked.

"You can sit down if you like, breakfast is almost made," Luke said, causing my eyes to snap towards the kitchen island before I slowly made my way over to it and took the chair on the far corner, away from him.

"What happened last night?" I asked in a soft voice that made me sound like a mouse.

"You don't remember?" Luke asked, and I just shook my head, causing him to sigh. "You just got a little drunk; that's all," he said, looking away from me.

"Is that all?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Luke hesitantly nodded his head as his eyes met mine again.

"D-did we....." I trailed off as I pointed between the two of us.

"No," he exclaimed quickly, a little too quick if I do say so myself.

"Then why am I wearing one of your shirts?" I asked, my voice soft, making me sound weak and vulnerable.

"I put it on you last night," he said, and I could feel slight anger bubbling inside of me.

"You undressed me so that you could put one of your shirts on me?" I exclaimed, a little shocked that he would stoop so low as to want to see my half-naked body while I was unconscious.

"No, I pulled the shirt over your dress," he said, defending himself.

My eyes slightly narrowed at him as I looked down and pulled the shirt up a little too reveal the black dress I wore last night.

"Oh," I mumbled as I pulled the shirt down a little before trailing my eyes back to him, but they immediately stopped when I saw the bandages wrapped around his right hand's knuckles, with blood patterns all over them. "What happened to your hand?" I asked as I looked up at him.

"I just got into a fight. That's all," he stated while turning his back towards me and continuing with what he was busy with earlier.

"About what?" I asked a little confused.

"Could you just cut the crap. Can't you tell that I don't want to talk about it?" He roared as he turned around to face me, his eyes filled with anger.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled only to get a reply of a loud annoyed groan. "I-I think I should go," I said softly before getting up from the chair I was sitting on and started walking towards the staircase.

"Emily, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude," Luke said behind me, but I just ignored him and headed upstairs, and towards the room, I was in before.

I quickly grabbed my shoes off of the ground at the end of the bed and grabbed m phone that was lying next to the.

I sighed as I pulled the shirt over my head before laying it down on the bed. I quickly dialed in Valerie's number and waited for her to answer.

I looked into the kitchen to see Luke sitting where I sat earlier, with his headrest in his hands and his fingers pulling slightly at his hair.

"Uhm....thank your for......uh....letting me stay the night," I said, causing Luke's head to snap up and look at me.

"Where are you going?" He asked his eyes filled with an emotion that I couldn't put my finger on.

"Val's picking me up," I said quietly as I watched his eyes bore into mine.

"Emily I-" he started but was soon cut off by a car honking outside.

"Thanks again," I said before walking out of his house and towards Val's car.

I would honestly be lying if I said his sudden outburst didn't hurt me. He has never raised his voice at me like that, but no matter what he did, I knew I was still madly in love with him.