Escape {L.H}

Chapter 3

Somehow I end up in my bed. And when I wake, I know Luke was here. I see where he layer in the outline of the crinkled covers. And in his place, a folded paper was there.

'Luna,

You yearn to be free
And darling I hope

To be your drug,
So you don't need dope.

You want to escape,
And fly far away.

And I hope you do,
And that I can come with you someday.

~Luke, Your Robert Frost'

My heart flutters as I read his short note. Even the thought of him lifts my heart and gives me hope. Hope to be free.

***A Few Days Later***

It's been days since I've seen Luke, and I can't stand it. I keep thinking about getting drunk again or as high as the sky, but I remember what Luke told me. I don't need any of it to escape. Only him.

So I've been patiently waiting for him to sneak up my balcony. To find me and kiss we sweetly, softly, gently.

I don't even know him. Well, I do, but I know nothing about him. And yet I have told him everything. Everything as light as music taste and everything as heavy as inner conflicts and issues.

How can I like him? He could be a creep, a weirdo. But somehow, I can't see it. All I see is his beauty. His perfection.

I've only talked with him twice, and yet I feel like he has become the air I breathe, the air I need to live. The air to help my wings fly. Fly me away. Help me escape.

But there is no way for me to find him. I don't have his number. No address. Just a memory.

So I decided to throw another party. I normally don't host them two weekends in a row, but I needed to find him. And I knew that if I held another party, he would find me. I hope he finds me. I need him.

"Luna! We're leaving!" I walk down the stairs at a torturously slow pace.

I always dread saying goodbye because my step mom always manages to rub in how they are going to have a 'fantastic trip', and 'she wishes I could come.'

I make it downstairs and see both my parents dressed in buisness clothes. They always fly first class, so they make a point to 'dress the part.'

"Bye," I roll my eyes as I say it.

"Love you darling!" My parents yell.

"Mmhmmmmmm." I walk over to the couch and collapse on it. But as soon as I hear the door shut, I bounce up and prep for the party.

I text all of the school gossips and tell them of the party. They will spread the news of the party to the whole school in less than an hour.

I get out the punch bowl, soda and the alcohol. I mix God knows what in the bowl before starting to prep the music. I figure if I dump enough alcohol in there, the people will have hangovers too bad to remember how shitty the booze tasted. And it's not like they would refuse alcohol. They are so eager to fit in, that they will do whatever everyone else is doing.

But me, I don't give a shit about what people think. I dye my hair pale blue because I want to. I throw parties because I feel like it. I drink and smoke for my pleasure. Not the pleasure of others.

I rush upstairs and quickly find a dress to wear. It is tight and black as night with black sparkles across the edge of the strapless top and along the tight bottom. It makes my boobs look two times bigger, and it accentuates my butt.