Let Go

Chapter 22

A/N-
Hey guys, so I realized when I did the character recap I left out a few people. They're minor characters, but I'll post a short recap of them below:

Ryder- Senior, 18

Vince- Junior, 17

Jaxon- Sophomore, 16

These three guys are just friends of the Obenham boys, they've only been in the book a couple times before like in school scenes and once at the Obenham's house when they were all hanging out.

Alright, enjoy the chapter, and keep reading my lovelies. :-)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Luke's P.O.V.

I subconsciously walk downstairs and into the kitchen. I decided to skip school today, because I can't handle it quite as easily as I did before. Everything seems to be leaving me behind. It's like I'm stuck in place as everyone and everything runs past me.

Everything around me blurs as I get lost in my thoughts. I open the fridge and pop the cap off a beer. I swallow down half of it before grabbing another and then heading back up to my room.

Two weeks.

It's been two weeks without Abigail and I haven't been able to think about anything else for those two weeks.

For two weeks I've thought about every moment I ever talked to Abby. Every moment I ever looked at her. Every moment I could've ever done anything that would bring us to the point that we're at now.

And for two weeks my mind has driven me insane. It's tortured me with these thoughts and it feels as though I haven't been living.

Why can't I fix this?

I drink the second half of my beer before laying laying down on my bed. I set the empty bottle on my nightstand, along with about four others, and then open up the second bottle. My phone rings, but it sounds distant, and I can't hear it very well.

"Hello?" I mumble into the phone.

"Hey man, I know that you've been kind of down, so do you wanna come to a party tonight to lift your spirits?" Vince asks me from the other line.

I inwardly groan and prepare to decline his offer when he speaks again, "I heard that Kat is gonna be there tonight."

Just the sound of her name makes my blood begin to boil. "Why the fuck would I wanna go then?" I spit angrily, but I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth. I haven't told anyone about what's been going on these past two weeks. Not even Vince, who I'm closest with. I try not to tell many people about my personal problems, and I can't let my drunken stupor ruin that for me now.

"Chill be fuck out man, I'm just trying to help you out." He snaps back at me.

I rub my temple with my fingers, "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that. I'll come tonight, who's house is it at?" I ask him, getting control of my temper.

"I'll come pick you up if you want." He offers.

"Thanks man." I say, before clicking the phone off. I glance at the time, wondering why the hell Vince called me during school. Vince is a straight A student. I'm not sure how he manages to pull it off, but I know for a fact that he wouldn't skip school.

Or am I really that blind to my own friends?

~

Close to eight I hear the doorbell sound through the house, and I hear my mother answer it. She immediately gushes to Vince about how it's been too long since he's come by, and how much he's grown, and how handsome he's gotten.

That women will be the death of me, I swear. After a good five minutes my bedroom door finally opens, and Vince walks in, rubbing off some lipstick from his cheek, I'm guessing from my Mom.