Luke,Love,&Death

Luke, Love, and Death

It all started one nice summer day. A new boy moved in next door, he was stunningly gorgeous. I knew I was married and had a son and all but he seemed...well I don't know different. And he was. The next morning he came over to our house and introduced himself as Luke, the new boy next door. I told him I was married to a nice guy named Jim and that I had a son named Ashton. He seemed to look at me with this funny looking look and his eyes would narrow and then bulge and then narrow again like he had microscopes in his eyes and was looking at me up close and underneath. It made me severely uncomfortable.
Fast forward two weeks
I kept catching Luke looking at me through his window into mine. Who really was this guy he seemed sweet, but I had a feeling he really wasn't. The next morning at breakfast I was sitting with Ashton watching sponge Bob because Jim had to leave late last night for work, and as I glanced out the window, Luke was wide eyed staring at me. Could he see what I was wearing underneath? Well it was no biggie I was only wearing a pink push up bra from Victoria's Secret and a black thong from there also. I wasn't a fucking stripper. Stop wondering. I was a fucking teacher at ridge bailey-high. I didn't go over there and ask him what the hell was going on but maybe I should have.
Fast forward three weeks
Ashton was sitting on the stairs crying. I heard it the second it started and asked him what was wrong. He sobbed even more then. And stuttered through sobs that he wanted daddy home more, that he loved me but he wanted dad too. It was true I wanted Jim home way more often than he was. He would come home while none of us were there leave a sweet sincere note each day and make a sandwich and then leave. I hadn't seen him even twice in the last month Ashton hadn't even seen him once. A small wet tear came out of my eye I wiped it away in a milli second so Ashton wouldn't see me cry.
Fast forward two days
I was changing into my pajamas when I glanced out into the dark to see a little light shining through Luke's window and to see him sitting there was not a surprise to me anymore. Had he seen me naked? I really didn't know. It was hard I didn't want this creepy Luke guy seeing me like this. But what was I supposed to do? Did I like it did I want him to stalk me like this? I didn't know I couldn't answer these questions for myself. I tucked Ashton into bed and read him his favorite story and turned out the light. I cried myself to sleep that night. Only because I hadn't seen Jim once in the last 2 months. He wasn't leaving me and Ashton notes anymore and I figured he want coming home anymore either because I haven't found his whole wheat bread crusts from his sandwiches in what seemed like forever. Ashton was the saddest I had ever seen him. I fake wrote the notes to comfort him and make him believe that Jim was still around. I wrote the sweetest thing a six year old would understand.
4 weeks later
I found out Luke and Ashton were hanging out. I walked into my house and into the kitchen to check for crusts..no luck. I heard giggling I looked to my right and saw Ashton laughing as hard as I had ever seen him while Luke was making this cutely weird monkey face. I giggled a little and walked out of the kitchen so Ashton could enjoy being with his new friend.
The next day at 3:15 when I get home
I check the trash can - nothing
Them I hear Ashton and Luke and Ashton says "hi mommy!!" And runs up to give me a kiss on the cheek and Luke says "Hi Mia" I don't think I had ever told him my name so I then asked "how did you know my name was Mia?" He looked at Ashton and said " the little rascal told me" then Ashton laughs and they go back to whatever they were doing when i walked in.
4 weeks later
I find out that the reason Jim hasn't been home is because he's been cheating on me. He has been checking in and out if motels and is with this cougar named Angie she looks like a toilet. She has the worst hairstyle I have ever seen and she calls it punk( I looked on her Facebook page ) she says" happily married to Jim!!!<3" in her bio and to me is a fucking man stealer and a fake bitch ass hoe "GOD DAMMIT!!!" I scream Ashton heard me and says "mommy you k?" I give him a hug and a kiss and tell him daddy won't be coming home to us anymore. He gets the salty, wet tears coming out of his eyes and I and I just sit there and hold him and look out the window into the distance and then see Luke stating at me through his window and he sees me holding Ashton and Ashton crying and I leave the room with Ashton to go downstairs, where I can sob without him staring at me.
1 month later
I was so lonely now that I knew what Jim was doing while we were gone made it a lot more lonely in this house. Ashton cried all the time, and quit school for a week and a half. I still worked from 8:00 - 3:05 each day. Ashton got a baby-sitter named Chin La Li she was from a totally different culture and couldn't work anything but i told myself that if would have to work because I couldn't possibly get a new baby sitter in the five minutes I had to get to work.
Years later
Ashton is now twelve and is in the seventh grade. He still hangs out with Luke and some guys I think are drug addicts and secretly sell pot.
1 month later
I think Luke has really become to know me by window stalking me all the time. Because one night he comes over when Ashton is not home. When he comes to the door he has a bottle of red wine in his hand and then he invites himself in. He sets the bottle down on the kitchen counter and tells me to enjoy. I get two wine glasses out of the cabinet and pour each of us a generous amount of the red wine. I take a long sip, I don't know how Long it has been since I had a glass of wine. It was when I was still with Jim. He refills my glass when I'm done and the taste is so enchanting I finish the bottle only leaving him with one glass of wine.
30 minutes later
I don't remember any of this but Luke tells me it all when I wake up next to him naked in my bed. Ashton still isint home so I let Luke explain it to me. He says that after I finished the bottle of wine I invited him into the living room where I spill my last glass of wine all of the new tan couch I told him that life's a bitch and then I invited him upstairs. You threw off my shirt,sat on the bed, and patted the spot next to you.