Let Go

Chapter 25

Abby's P.O.V.

The next week had also been long. The leaves began to fall from the trees, and cold winds began blowing from the north.

Jett and I haven't talked as much this week, due to our little disagreement we had on Friday, but he still refused to leave me by myself when he was gone, so he let Luke come and stay with me when he had to run errands or go to his new job. I liked that he let Luke stay with me, because with Luke I felt safe. We didn't have to always be doing something, or always be talking about something, we were comfortable just being with each other.

"I'm heading off to work." Jett told me, grabbing his keys, "I'll leave the door open for Luke."

"Okay." I mumbled, not looking up from my book. I hear him let out a small sigh as he closes the door behind him.

I feel bad that we aren't talking very much again, but I also don't feel bad. He's got to learn to trust me again. I'm at least glad he's learned to trust Luke to take care of me while he's gone, but did he really have a choice?

A few minutes later Luke walks through the door, dropping his keys into his pocket.

"Hey." I smile at him. The Saturday morning sunlight filters in from the window, shining on his hair and eyes, making him look just a little bit better, if that's even possible.

"Hey," he sits down next to me on the couch, leaning over to peck my lips, "how are you?"

"I'm good." I say out of habit, Luke pauses for a moment, and I bite my lower lip, "I mean, I'm not any worse than usual, so that's good." I add on, to cover it up.

"How are you really?" He asks, a little more persistent.

"Why do you ask?" I counter, feeling him knocking on my walls.

Let go.

"Because I want to take you somewhere today, and I just want to know how you are, okay?" He defends. The tone in his voice is weird.

I let my emotions and exhaustion show on my face, "I'm awful," I sigh, "last night I cried until I fell asleep. Luke, I can't deal with this anymore. I can't deal with this knowledge of knowing, and being so unsure of how to tell her parents."

"I know it's hard." He tells me, pulling me into his arms.

"And today marks six months." I whisper into his shoulder, only half hoping it'll reach his ears.

"I wish I could take the pain away, Abby, I do." He rubs my back soothingly. "But I want to take you somewhere today." He tells me.

"Where?" I ask, shoving my emotions back into the depths of my mind, only letting them show through my eyes.

"It's a surprise." He says, a smile curling onto his lips, and I can't help the one that I find on mine either.

"So I should get ready then?" I assume, and he nods his head. Before I get off the couch he leans over and kisses me a little deeper than before.

"I love you." He tells me.

"I love you too." I tell him back.

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"So where exactly are we going?" I ask, as Luke starts the car.

"I told you it was a surprise." He says with an eye roll, although a small smirk plays at the tip of his lips.

"But I want to knowww." I whine, tugging on his arm a little.

"Then what's the point of it being a surprise?" He asks me, intertwining our fingers.