Promise

Chapter 10

I ran on the field. I tried looking for him. I ended up going to one of his teammates. "Where's Luke?" I asked. He looked at me, smirked, and said, "still in the locker room."

I rolled my eyes and ran to the locker room. Just as I got there, Luke walked out. He was looking at the ground. He looked up and stopped as he saw me. "What-"

I went up to him and slapped him. He put his hand on his cheek. "What the h-"

"You're a fucking jerk! I hate you! I hope you know I'm not like the hoes you fucking sleep with!" I yelled. He looked around, "Lower your voice, and why are you saying this?"

"Oh, don't act like you don't know! I know you always get what you want. Whatever girls you want. But I'm not one of those girls, k?! So stop pretending you're my boyfriend because you're not!" I said, pushing him.

He sighed, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, no?" I asked sarcastically. My blood was boiling. "So now you're going to say that you didn't tell James all those thing?"

He furrowed his eyes brows, "what things?"

"Don't act like you don't fucking know. It's annoying. You better stop telling people to not get close to me. He never even tried kissing me so stop making things up! I'm not a toy."

He looked confused, "I never said anything to him. He started it a-"

"Stop lying, Luke. I'm tired of your bullshit. Leave me alone, okay? Go find some other girl to fuck with."

I turned around and walked off.

I really thought he meant what he said. He probably tells every girl that he loves them, then he sleeps with them, and boom! The next day, that girl is crying while he's making out with his next victim.

Fucking disgusting.

•

I waved goodbye to Kelsey and went in my house. "Mom, I'm home!" I called out. No answer. "Mom?" I called out again. There was a loud knock on the door. I jumped at the sudden sound. I looked through the window and saw my neighbors, Mr. And Mrs. Young.

I went to opened the door. I smiled at them, "hey Mr and Mrs.Young."

They looked concerned. "W-Whats wrong?" I asked. "Umm, Leah, maybe you should sit down."

I looked at them in confusion.

•

A tear rolled down my cheek. I gripped my pillow up to my stomach. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," Mrs. Young said. I felt a strange feeling in my stomach. "No..." I looked at the ground and then at my neighbors, "NO! YOURE LYING! DAD'S ALIVE! HES NOT DEAD!" I yelled. They stared at me, frowning. I screamed and ran upstairs. I ran in my room, slammed the door and locked it.

My phone rang. I picked up without looking at the Caller ID. "Dad?!" I quickly asked. "Hun..." I heard my mom. "Mom! Mom where are you?! Where's dad?!" I exclaimed. "Leah..." she let out a small sob, "I'm at the airport. I'll be back tomorrow, okay? Please stay with Mr. And Mrs. Young..."

"MOM! WHERE...IS DAD?!" I sobbed loudly.

"I'm sorry, sweetie...I'm truly sorry."

"mom...what do you-is he...is he dead? Mom, please tell me he's okay. He's fine...right?" I cried. I heard her sigh through the phone. She sniffled, "no. I'm sorry...

"Your dad is gone."

My heart fell to my stomach. "Leah, are you there?" I heard my mom. My breathing got heavy. I hung up. The room started spinning. I went to my door and opened it. Tears were streaming down my face. I reached the stairs. But as I did, I slipped and it all went black.

•••

I felt my eyes open slowly. Mrs.Young had an ice pack on my forehead. I looked around. "D-dad..." I took a deep breath as my eyes began to water, "dad!"

I shot up, but Mrs. Young stopped me before I got up from the couch. "You have to lay down," she said. Tears were already running down my cheek. I looked at my neighbor, "can I go to my room?"

She sighed and nodded. She helped me up and all the way to my room. I felt weak. Mrs. Young tucked me in my bed as if I was a little kid. "Tell me if you need anything, okay?" She said. I nodded. She walked out the door and I grabbed my pillow and hugged it.

Your dad is gone...

...I'm sorry...

Tears rolled down my eyes. I buried my head into my pillow. Sobs and screams rolled out of my mouth and into my pillow.

he can't-

He just can't-

•

My eyes opened to Mrs. Young with a platter of food in her hand. "Leah, you have to eat."

I turned to look at the other wall, "I'm not hungry."

I heard her sigh. "I'll leave the food here," she said. I didn't look. After a few seconds, she had left my room. I felt weak...I sat up against my bed and took a deep breath. I looked at the food.

Tears were already falling down my face...

-Flashback (7th grade) -

I sat on my new bed. I felt the dried up tears on my cheeks. I heard a knock on my door. I didn't say anything. A few seconds later, Dad walked in. "I don't want to talk to you," I said. He frowned and sat next to me. "Leah, you have to understand that this was for work reasons...okay? You are going to make better friends here. I know you love all your friends back in Texas, but you can start a new life here. I hate seeing you disappointed..." he sighed, "let's go eat dinner."

I looked away from him, "I'm not hungry."

-end of flashback-

A small sob escaped my mouth. Flashbacks came back every minute. I could hear his laugh...his voice...

I closed my eyes shut, trying to not think about him. But it was impossible...