Trapped//One Direction// Harry's Little Sister

Snooze Fest

A.N. Im back. Leggo yall Im determined to finish this book soon. ONWARDS Okay wait i just finished this chapter while eating

When Luke pulls into the driveway, I freeze. He is going to need an explaination. But I'm to tired to even go into any detail of why I was getting seen by his father. So me being the lazy person I very much am, I decide to avoid giving any sort of reasoning until I absolutely must. I reach for the handle and move to get out. I'm getting to my feet when Lukes arms support me in full. He snakes his lanky arm under mine resting below my shoulder blades, and the other pulls my tired feet off the concrete and into the air. He tried to close the door with his foot but fails to remember he has to completly move from being in the doors path to do so. And by moving, I mean both of us not just himself. The car door smacks my head and I yelp in pain. My hands move instinctively to the recently hit spot and sadly so do Lukes. He seems to forget he was holding my entire body and winds up dropping me flat on my rear end.
"I'm so sorry!" Luke is frantic and reaches to lift me again. I put my arm out to stop the clumsy noodle. No way is he lifting me again. He helps me up and i rub my sore head and bum. I decide to only allow myself to lean on him. My trust in that boys coordination is gone. I limp with his aide into the house and to my room.
"Thank you Luke for all your help, however I think I should go to bed now and you definitely need some sleep." He doesn't protest yet slightly nods his head and turns to his room. when I hear his bedroom door close I limp/ waddle to my dresser grabbing underwear and my bath towel.
I turn the shower in and gingerly step in. The scalding hot water beats my pale skin into a red hue. I just stand there. The water at my feet is pink from the blood covering my stomach and legs and hair washing out. And I just stand there. I reach out and pump the shampoo into my hair then work it through my locks. I do the same with conditioner after rinding it out. When the conditioner has gone down the drain, I sigh and shut the water off. I wrap a towel around me and slide on the clean underwear. Then I grunt in fustration because I have to pee like a race horse and had to slide the underwear all the way back down. Pointless work. I swear under my breath but let the yellow river flow. I wipe and wash my hands. I once again pull thise damn underwear back up my legs. I dont bother with pajamas or even a bra. I turn the lights off and shuffle in the dark to my welcoming bed.
Sleep welcomes me and I dream or rainbows and unicorns. Fuck as if. Nah my dreams are non existient, I dream of nothing. My mind has done all the work it can for the week.