Escape {L.H}

Chapter 2

I wake up still on my balcony, still wrapped in my blanket. But this time I am accompanied by a shitty headache and vague memories of last night.

But when I unwrap myslef from the blankets, I find a note on the table.

'Luna,

When you wake, you may forget
About me and all we said.

But you will forever be in my mind,
And always in my head.

For you, the night is probably hazy,
But for me it is crystal clear.

I hope that we will meet again,
And I cannot wait for that day, my dear.

~Your Robert Frost'

Thoughts of the tall blonde boy with the piercing blue eyes flood my head. The way he talked so smoothly, almost in a coo. The way he would bite his lip or play with his lip ring while he listened.

I can't remember how much I had told him, or even what for that matter, but I remember that he cared. And that's enough for me.

But shit, what was his name. It escaped my mind and I don't know if I could ever get it back. And I have never seen him before that night. I don't know if I can ever see him again.

There is just something about him that makes me feel... Free. Like I can be myself and just live. No drugs or alcohol could make me feel that way.

But as soon as the good feeling came to me, it left. Gone in a flash. Forever lost.

I walk out of my room and am welcomed by a filthy house. Solo cups, booze stains, and passed out teens litter my house. I don't know how the party was compared to all the other ones I've had, but based on the amount of cups, I can probably assume it was one of the biggest ones I've had.

And I missed almost all of it. I missed it to be alone and to escape. Although I wasn't alone for most of the night, I had found my escape. And it hadn't come from this goddamn party.

I grab a garbage bag and start picking up the cups. As I go around, I wake up the passed out people and make them get the hell out of my house.

***

After a good four hours of scrubbing, the house was how it had been before my parents left for the weekend.

I collapse on the couch from exhaustion and hear the front door open. "Hello Luna! We're home!"

"Fantastic..." I murmur and roll my eyes.

"What did you do this weekend?" They ask as they roll in their large suitcases. They literally ask the exact same question everytime they come home. Word for word.

"Went on Tumblr. Watched a movie. Listened to music. Wallowed in self-pity. The usual." And my response is the same every time.

"Well that sounds very eventful! Would you like to know how our trip went?"

"Nope," I avoid eye contact with my stiff and proper parents.

"Well, as you know, we went to Florida. And we had the BEST time!" My step-mom jabbers on though my disinterest is completely evident.

And she continues to tell me EVERY detail of her and my father's trip for the next hour. She shows me ALL the pictures. Occasionally she slips in a comment about how I should go there sometime, but never slips in an actual offer.

This is what she is like. She hates me but loves my dad. And so she manages to leave me out of EVERY trip and EVERY event I could attend with them. And as per usual, my father does nothing to stop her from discluding me. And this is how it goes all summer.

"And then at the beach we--" I interrupt my 'mother'.

"Look! I don't give a shit about your trips! They bore me to death! I'd rather slam my head in a door for an hour straight than listen to your lame ass trip! I'm so sick of this shit EVERY week! Go fuck yourself!"

I storm upstairs to my room. "Young lady! That is no way to speak to me! I'm your mother!"

"NO! YOU! ARENT!" I slam the door loudly and lock it.

I run to my bed and throw myself down.

Who does that bitch think she is? She's NOT my mom. That's for sure.

I get up and run to my stash in the bottom drawer. I find an entire bottle of straight vodka. I chug down half the bottle. I cough as the liquid burns my throat, but chug down the rest anyways. I throw the bottle at the door and sink to the floor. The bottle smashes into hundreds of pieces and lands on the carpet. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I hear a knock at the door, but see no shadow from the other side. Only the remains of the shattered vodka bottle. The knocking continues but it is coming from the other side of the room. I turn around and see the tall blonde boy at my balcony door.

I walk over to him and open the door. My head is spinning from the sudden action, but I smile through it. I can't believe it is him.

"Hey Luna. I realized after I got home that I stole your pot," he smiles sheepishly.

"You jerk," I play hit him on the shoulder and close the glass door in his face. He flashes me a sad pouty face and I laugh. He keeps up the face until I reopen the door.

"Couldn't resist me, I see," he winks.

"No. I just forgot to take back my weed," I laugh at him. I reach for the bag but he holds it above my grasp.

"I will ONLY give it back if I can have some," he smirks at me and messes with his lip ring. God he looks so hot when he does that.

"Fine..." I say 'reluctantly'.

***

As we smoke away our problems, and every last bit of my weed, we laugh and just let go.

"So tell me Luna, why do you smoke and drink?"

"I just want to be free. To escape this prison of a world. Being high makes me feel invincible. Like I'm a bird that can fly away and go anywhere in the world. Or even away from the world if I so desire."

"You don't need all that to escape..."

"You don't understand. I do need it. I need all of it. There's nothing that frees me more."

"But don't you want to be indefinitely free?"

"Of course... I want nothing more... But how?" Luke walks in front of me and kneels down.

"I can help you."

"Trust me... I've tried sex too. Nothing even close to a high."

"I don't want to have sex with you...yet... You told me last night that when you're with me, you feel free. And you probably don't remember, but I promised you that I would do anything and everything to free you. So just tell me... Tell me what I could do to free you," he finished in a whisper.

"Kiss me," I say softly.

He leans in and presses his lips to mine gently. His lips are delicious. They taste of marijuana with a hint of mint. Our lips move together, in sync. His cold lip ring burns through my lips. He brings his hands to my cheeks and rubs them with his thumbs.

And there is no feeling in the history of the world that was as amazing as this. Nothing has ever given me more freedom. And I hope that it never ends.

I really hope you like it so far! What do you think of the characters? Do you ship Luke and Luna yet? <3
~Delaney xx