What's this about?" He asked with a frown. I shrugged trying to make it seem as natural as possible. "Nothing much." "Liar. There is something you want to tell me, I can see it in your eyes." Luka asked concerned and pulled my fingers to rest on his laps instead of mine. He stroked the skin gently and his touch was soothing. I shook my head and felt my chest squeeze with guilt pangs. "Luka I.." The shrill yell that came from downstairs and the loud crashing sound had us pulling apart and rushing downstairs with me following closely behind. The question I wanted to ask him about Tammy was suspended. The scene downstairs had a shocked gasped leaving my mouth and I stayed back on the stairs not bothering to fully enter the dining area where it was happening. Luka's mom swayed from sides to side clearly drunk and wobbled on her feet before grasping the edge of the dinning table. Just opposite her was Luka's dad who apparently had just missed a wine glass being swung at his head, she
LUKA"I don't think this is the right place for this," Bella muttered and I shook my head in disagreement. It had to be now. Something was going on, and I had to get to the root of it now. Bella looked worried, while Tamara looked at me with so much spite. Has she always looked at me with this much hate or was I just picking it up? We did grow up together in the same neighborhood. We weren't particularly best friends, but there was no major resentment causing situations between us either.Her mother trudged down the stairs, clumsily securing the big blue robe she had on by the sash at her waist and pushing off her hair that part had come out of a ponytail. We all turned to look at Bella's mom as she looked at us and frowned, sensing the weird energy in the room.."What's going on here?" Bella's mom asked while pouring some water into a clear glass and taking a sip. "Can we just take this outside?" Bella begged looking from Tammy and back to me and I shrugged and moved towards the
There's so much running you can do from the truth before you finally accept it. I'm not the type to promise girls; rainbows, flowers and forever. And even when I do, they won't believe me because I'm not the type that they can easily trust. If it was Jamie with his boring flannel shirts and glasses, everybody would trust their hearts to him easily and that I hate the fact that for once I'm jealous of him. With me, it's good that they distrust easily anyway. Lack of expectations won't hurt them, the problem is that I wanted them to have expectations or a little faith. At least now I know better and I'm going to accept myself fully for what I am. The blue nano lights of the club were bright enough for me to see what was going on around me. Everyone was drinking, dancing or making out in their most skimpy outfits and seductive scents. This isn't my usual scene. Yes I do frequent bars and clubs but I've never been to this particular one. It was reserved for the one percent of the elite
I knew when Luka withdrew from me. I could see it in his gaze, his body language. The way he flinched away from my touch, the look of distrust in his eyes, the clenched fist at his sides and the emptiness when he looked at me. I want to take it back. I want to take the whole of yesterday evening back and start from scratch. It felt like he was locked away from me and he didn't have to curse before I felt it. It's the same thing I'm feeling right now. "Bella," Paula's voice sliced through my thoughts and I got up to my feet from where I sat waiting for them. Luka was beside Dylan. He had changed back to his own clothes and Dylan was assisting him to put his bandaged hand into the sleeves of his jacket. I couldn't read his expression to know if it was okay for me to go to him or whether it isn't. "I didn't know you were around, why didn't you come in?" She asked with her brows raised looking from me to Luka trying to understand what was going on. Because I'm not sure he wants me
Starlight restaurant; the overhead sign read and I sighed heavily. If I wasn't so fed up with missing Luka and not being able to do anything about it, I'll go back home at this point. From where I stood looking in, the restaurant looked busy. What if Dylan throws me out or causes a scene? After all, I didn't call ahead, I just showed up at his mother's restaurant where I found out he was interning after stalking him on instagram.It's been one week. Seven whole days of living like this. If I ever needed a confirmation that living without Luka was hard this was it. Being apart without any kind of communication is even harder. I find myself staring at my phone hoping it will ring indicating that he is ready to talk to me now or typing and deleting messages because it doesn't even come close to fixing what I did. I don't even know how he is doing since nobody seems to be talking to me right now. Was he still not talking to anyone?I wanted to go over there but shame wouldn't let me
LUKAI could feel everyone giving me worried glances, after all it's been one week since I spoke to anyone about anything so it's understandable.The way my right hand was bandaged wouldn't let me make a fist or hold a spoon properly. I tried raising the silver spoon in my left hand to feed myself some of the creamy brulee soup that was for dinner but I spilled most of it and threw the spoon back into my plate with a loud clang and let out a string of curses. I picked up the bread that was in a woven basket in the center of the table and bit into it leaning back to judge everyone's mood before saying what I had to say. "I passed the GED." My announcement got everyone's full attention as it was the first statement I've said to anyone in more than a week. I could see the relief in Leonardo's face as he exhaled visibly. "So?" My father asked cutting off my mom who looked like she had something to say. "I'm moving away to college. I did apply to some places already, and I've gotten s
"Oh. My. God." Tammy screams with her hand going to cover her mouth. I sighed heavily feeling my own eyes fill with tears. This was my exact reaction. At first I was elated when the truth came out, but then I thought about Tammy and things just changed. It must be difficult, hating him all these while. Being able to channel the pain of that night at someone but not the person was faceless and she really didn't know who. I could see the confusion in her eyes, followed by the refusal to accept what Dylan and I were saying. She got up angrily and pulled out her hand from my grasp and started pacing. Her hands went to her ears to pluck her fingertips and block them so she couldn't hear anymore of what we were saying and we let her. "No. No. It was Luka, he did this to me." She repeated over and over while pacing. Except it wasn't Luka. In fact, Dylan and I didn't need do much diggibg, because the moment I told him how long ago it was and what night it was he was sure it wasn't Luka. L
I took the bus back, needing the walk to the station to clear my head. My phone was tucked away in my pocket in silence so I was not aware that it had been ringing till I stepped inside the house only to find my mother already home. "Mom," I called softly, finding her hunched over the breakfast bar, with the smoke detector alarm whirring loudly. I looked around to find Annie only to find her slumped and leaning beside the kitchen door with her inhaler in hand. Annie-Marie was asthmatic, she must have had an attack or something while I was gone. I went to her and squatted in front of her as she tried to take in shallow breaths, while my mom opened the windows and was trying to clear off the mess Annie made. My mom turned around and dug her fingers into the pocket of her scrubs, "where were you?" She wasn't dreaming, the cold deadliness in her voice was enough to let me know the severity of this. "I…I..I just stepped out for a minute. What are you doing back home so early?" No way
My hands trailed on the rough skin on Bella's thigh with so much concentration that I didn't miss it when she flinched away. The loving and tenderness that I have spent the last one hour coaxing into her skin was gone. In its place was the rigid straightening of her spine and shoulders, an indication of how tense she suddenly became, almost as if she knew what was coming.The last six months we have been living in a bubble. I had accepted that it was okay for her not to say those three magical words that used to make my heart soar back to me, but lately it's been getting to me. Or maybe it's the way she never wants to talk about the 2 year gap in our relationship, or the baby we didn't know we had but lost. I want to know if she still secretly blames me for what happened. If every single time she sees the scars she hates me the way I do myself. I didn't mean to but I sighed loudly, my shoulder drooping before I rolled her body away from mine and got up padding softly to the bathroom
"I'm really sorry for the part I played in this. Especially knowing that you saw everything that happened that night. We staged a ruse and didn't take you into consideration and for that I'm sorry. Luka is my friend, and all I want is for him to be happy. He means so much to me that's why I came here and I told you my side of the story, it's up to you now whether you believe it or not." Erica ended and got up to leave. I couldn't bring myself to nod or acknowledge her. She had shown me proof that she was after all in a relationship with someone then, who was a professor at their school and telling me this could put her in trouble but she had chosen to do it anyway. I don't know what I was expecting to feel when the 'proof' came, but I'm not sure it's this. If I don't have the usual anger or person to blame for all my predicament then where do I stand? What is this deflated feeling I have in my stomach? Like a balloon punctured at the far end. "Bella," Luka began after a whi
The ride down to Luka's place was one of the most uncomfortable rides I've ever had to endure. My reference to his trysts with other girls was like an elephant in the room. It made me irritated and angry but he looked sad and kept giving me glances which I acted like I wasn't aware of. It was a different apartment from the last one which came to me as a suprise. But what I didn't expect was to see a fur covered, energetic dog launch at me. It did occur to me to go back to the shelter and ask about her wellbeinh after I got out of the hospital but I always assumed she would have been adopted or have moved on without remembering who I was. The moment she saw me she barked loudly and ran to me, wagging her tail. She remembered me, and that made me so warm and happy inside. I spent the next few minutes sitting there on the floor of Luka's studio apartment recieving her licks and hugs and reciprocating her love with my belly rubs and hugs. It took a while before she went on to greet Luk
Life was slowly and steadily returning to normal. Did I cry alot after that phone call with Luka? Yes. Did I fight the urge to go to him and be sure he is okay concerning the pregnancy bombshell I dropped on him? Yes. Did I think he'll show up after that night and actually accept responsibility to apologize for the way every thing turned out? Again Yes. But he didn't. Somehow, whatever I said to him must have resounded with him because he stayed away just as I asked. And it took a while but I took a day at a time. I showed up to classes, I smiled when it was necessary and went to as much of the freshers parties I could go to while my therapist tried to make sure I didn't loose my mind. Day in day out, I told myself that now that I have confronted Luka with all the hurt and the pain, I didn't need to see him again and I was happy that he didn't show off so why was he here now and why did I feel the familiar warmth and twinge in my chest that was usually there whenever I was near h
LUKAKnowledge isn't always power, it's sometimes pain. The kind that has you buckled over like you were kicked in the nuts. Nothing about this all consuming pain makes knowing about everything feel powerful. l feel powerless. With no single idea on how to fix this. My eyes burn and my wrist hurts from drawing and painting all day today. I also felt weak all over. When I drove down to Bella's dorm room last night all that was going on in my head was that I needed it not to be true. That there was a way out, a slim ray of hope that still gives me a redeemable chance but it had turned out to be the opposite of that. Not only had the details of what happened over the one year that I had stormed into my dad's office to get, found out to be true there were also more. Like a baby, a child between Bella and I that had miscarried. So much has happened, and I have no idea how I'm going to fix it. I haven't slept in almost 72hours. From the flight down home, to the flight back to going to
BELLA"Who is there?" I snapped. The loud noise coming from the person banging at the door repeatedly and forcefully echoed around my little room. "Who is there?" I called out even louder than earlier and was met with no response, just continuous, loud, pounding on the door. I thought about ignoring the person since they didn't answer me, and also because it was too late at night to be calling on someone since it was raining heavily. I grabbed my phone, "if you're not going to answer, I'm calling Campus security." The knocks and pounding stopped for a while after my threat and I heard the person curse out loudly in a strange language that wasn't totally foreign to me, since I knew the accent. Before I could come up with a solution, the loud knocks continued. I opened the door intent on giving the person a piece of my mind if it was who I thought it was and I was right. It was Luka. He was standing there soaking wet from the rain with his teeth chattering from cold and his eyes re
LUKAI woke up with an insane need to vomit and shot out of the tiny bed, searching with my eyes for the nearest toilet before I did it all over the floor. I barely made it to the toilet bowl before I found myself puking all over the cramped toilet floor. I puked and puked till I started to retch and my entire body felt weak and tired. Where the fuck am I and how did I get there? I lay back down on the cold floor, a little farther from the mess I just made but close to the toilet seat, and rubbed my head trying to remember bits and pieces from last night. It was the same thing from the last few days. I went out to drink, then Dylan joined me and the night ended with me drinking to stupour basically.I looked around the room, the toilet floor did look clean and I had zero energy to lift my body up right now anyway. The patterns on the floor of the toilet were faded like it had been scrubbed off due to use. From my position on the floor I couldn't see past a flowery pattern shower c
BELLA"I ran into Luka at school." I tried to make my declaration as unimportant as possible so that my mom wouldn't be alarmed or throw a fit and I must have succeeded because she didn't say anything. She was putting away the groceries and if not for the slight pause in her movements I would have thought she didn't hear me. "Ma, did you hear me?" I asked just to be sure. "It's been more than two weeks now why are just telling me?" My mouth opened on its own when she said that. "How...how did you know?" I managed to stammer out. "Are you having me followed?" I chuckled at the question, "nah, we don't have enough money for that." "Seriously mum, how did you know?" "Why else did you put your head on my laps and was crying some weeks ago? And what else could be the reason behind you moping? The only reason you're telling me now, is because you're moving to the dorms tomorrow." Wow. Nothing ever passed by this woman. Nothing. As in Zilch, Zero, Nada. "Just because I didn't say a
LUKAI threw my bag to the floor and fell on the couch like a sack of potatoes before sighing loudly. Sam, who when she heard the door open ran up to me wagging her tail in excitement followed me now to the couch and I stretched to pat her on the head. It did make me feel good everytime I walked in and there was always someone excited to see me. I barely had any time to think about my sad life and everything that happened today; from seeing Bella earlier to her running away, to me going back to school to finish up some school work to coming back home.But I know that I'm tired, very much so. I really think it's more mental exhaustion than physical. I guess I deserved this cold treatment but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt cause it hurts like a bitch. I got up and trudged to the fridge to get a bottle of water and the moment the cold liquid entered my stomach in protest it grumbled. I haven't eaten anything almost all day. I opened the fridge to search for something I could eat