Amnesty|| Luke A.U.||

Twleve

||Luke||

 

I was in my car, speeding to Violets hotel. I pulled up, nearly running over a bag boy. With my car still running, I rushed to the front desk.

 “Luke Hemmings to Violet Gray’s suite,” I rushed.

The front desk lady glared at me. “Miss Gray hasn’t been in since this morning. She’s not here.”

I slammed my hand down on the counter. “Damnit,” I muttered before turning on my heel and taking off. I slid back into my car, which thankfully they’d left alone.

 I pulled onto the main street again and headed directly toward the studio.

“What if she’s not there?” I asked. I sighed, why was I even getting so worked up about this? She was the one who said she didn’t want me around. I mean, for good reason it seemed but still. Why should I care?

Because you’re looking for a reason to see her, dipshit.

I parked at the dance studio, unsure of the empty parking lot. I went up to the doors and tugged on them and found them locked. Circling around the back, I tried the same thing with the back door and found them locked too. I banged on them loudly. I waited for what seemed like hours and no foot steps came, no voice, not even a breath.

 “She’s not fucking here,” I groaned making my way back to my car. I sat in the drivers seat, trying to think where she could be. I realized just how little I knew about Violet. I had no earthly clue where she’d go when she was upset. Did she like nature? Did she like the ocean, maybe a view?

“I’ll try them all,” I muttered, turning on my engine before racing off.

 

The beach was my first idea. I decided to go to a small, private beach owned by McGarth hotels. I had to climb over the fence since I didn’t have an access card through the gate. I wandered around the beach, looking in the nooks and crannies but no one but some weird painting guy by the caves.

 “Okay,” I mumbled back in my car, heading to the another small beach. I was passing through the city when I caught sight of the darkened city garden. It couldn’t hurt to look. Parking very illegally, I got out and begun jogging through. There were a couple of couples making out and an old man walking his dog but otherwise seemed pretty empty.  

Or so I thought.

Just when I thought she wasn’t here, I caught glance of a girl sitting under an old oak tree in the corner of the park. As I neared, I could make out her long legs laying in front of her and see her back leaning against the tree. Even sitting on the ground without shoes, she had very proper posture.

 I approached as quietly as possible, trying not to startle. Coming closer, I could hear light, ragged breaths and sharp of inhales. She was crying.

“Violet?” I asked softly, my voice carrying in the summer breeze.

She jumped, gasping loudly. Violet turned and in the moonlight, I could see her hair was wild. Like she had been running her hands through it and her eyes were glazed and pupils dilated. She did that when she was nervous or flustered.

“Luke?” She asked, surprised. Her eyes were wandering, idly focusing on something behind me.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I cooed softly. I crouched down beside her. I brushed hair from her face, a small look of shock passed her face when I tucked that strand behind her ear. I couldn’t ignore the smell of alcohol.