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we didn't used to be like this 16
In the midst of the steamy water beating down on me, I heard the door opening slowly. I snapped my head up and peeked out, trying to hear a little better. I quickly finished rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, then turned off the water.
I wrapped one of Luke's big warm towels around me. My body was shivering now, not from cold, but from fear. I pressed my ear against the bathroom door, listening intently for whoever was here.
"Myra, you in there?" I sighed a huge sigh of relief as Luke's warm voice rang through the apartment. "Ya, I was just taking a quick shower," I said.
"Alright. Well I brought some food home," he said. I let my heartbeat slow back down a little, as I pulled on some of the clothes I had just brought back with me. I brushed my hair, then walked out of the bathroom, eager to see Luke again.
Luke smiled as I walked in. "Did you go shopping?" he asked, taking a bite of pizza. I shook my head and sat down at the small kitchen table. "I went back and got a few things."
His smile quickly faded to a frown. "Went back where? Matt's?" he asked. "Yes," I said quietly, taken aback from his sudden burst of rage. "Why the hell would you do that Myra?!" he yelled across the table. I looked down, at my lap.
"Do you know how stupid that was? Do you know what Matt is capable of?" he continued to scream. I flinched as he backed his chair out, and his expression changed once again. "I'm sorry Myra," he said walking over to me, and leaning down to give me a hug. "I know this must be hard for you. I didn't mean to yell."
I forced a smile. "It was pretty dumb," I said looking back down. "I just had to go back for a few things."
"Well," he said, standing back up. "Let's go look at what you got."
He followed me into the bedroom, and I emptied my bag onto the floor. As we began folding the few things I had brought, Luke lightened up a lot, laughing and joking despite the long night he had.
As he picked up the last shirt from the ground, the picture I had taken lay face down on the floor. "What's that?" he said, putting the shirt on a hanger. I picked it up, flipping it over in my hand. "A picture of me and my best friends," I said, as I worked hard to hold back my tears. I handed it to him so he could see and said, "He died not to long ago."
Luke's face went pale as he looked down on the small glossy photo. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, as he cleared his throat. I shook my head. "It's ok. I miss him a lot sometimes, but I know he's in a better place. His eyes stayed locked on Zach's face, as he held the picture tightly in his hand.
"You ok?" I asked, as Luke's knuckles began to turn white as the picture crumpled a little from his grip. "Ya," he answered after a few seconds, before handing me back the picture.
The rest of the night, Luke seemed to be distracted by something, especially at the mention of Zach. I tried to ignore it, but couldn't help but wonder why it was Luke was so shook up over it. I decided not to bring it up anymore, as Luke looked paler than a ghost already.
[[[sorry so short.... the next one will be longer]]]
I wrapped one of Luke's big warm towels around me. My body was shivering now, not from cold, but from fear. I pressed my ear against the bathroom door, listening intently for whoever was here.
"Myra, you in there?" I sighed a huge sigh of relief as Luke's warm voice rang through the apartment. "Ya, I was just taking a quick shower," I said.
"Alright. Well I brought some food home," he said. I let my heartbeat slow back down a little, as I pulled on some of the clothes I had just brought back with me. I brushed my hair, then walked out of the bathroom, eager to see Luke again.
Luke smiled as I walked in. "Did you go shopping?" he asked, taking a bite of pizza. I shook my head and sat down at the small kitchen table. "I went back and got a few things."
His smile quickly faded to a frown. "Went back where? Matt's?" he asked. "Yes," I said quietly, taken aback from his sudden burst of rage. "Why the hell would you do that Myra?!" he yelled across the table. I looked down, at my lap.
"Do you know how stupid that was? Do you know what Matt is capable of?" he continued to scream. I flinched as he backed his chair out, and his expression changed once again. "I'm sorry Myra," he said walking over to me, and leaning down to give me a hug. "I know this must be hard for you. I didn't mean to yell."
I forced a smile. "It was pretty dumb," I said looking back down. "I just had to go back for a few things."
"Well," he said, standing back up. "Let's go look at what you got."
He followed me into the bedroom, and I emptied my bag onto the floor. As we began folding the few things I had brought, Luke lightened up a lot, laughing and joking despite the long night he had.
As he picked up the last shirt from the ground, the picture I had taken lay face down on the floor. "What's that?" he said, putting the shirt on a hanger. I picked it up, flipping it over in my hand. "A picture of me and my best friends," I said, as I worked hard to hold back my tears. I handed it to him so he could see and said, "He died not to long ago."
Luke's face went pale as he looked down on the small glossy photo. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, as he cleared his throat. I shook my head. "It's ok. I miss him a lot sometimes, but I know he's in a better place. His eyes stayed locked on Zach's face, as he held the picture tightly in his hand.
"You ok?" I asked, as Luke's knuckles began to turn white as the picture crumpled a little from his grip. "Ya," he answered after a few seconds, before handing me back the picture.
The rest of the night, Luke seemed to be distracted by something, especially at the mention of Zach. I tried to ignore it, but couldn't help but wonder why it was Luke was so shook up over it. I decided not to bring it up anymore, as Luke looked paler than a ghost already.
[[[sorry so short.... the next one will be longer]]]
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| On July 4th 2008 anbo123 Said : | |
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luke killed zach... thats just wrong |
| On January 6th 2008 Khmerfriendz Said : | |
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oo. i bet luke was the one who killed zach.. |
| On January 2nd 2008 Anoudeth Said : | |
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Keep me posted ! |
| On January 2nd 2008 ALIYAH1994 Said : | |
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OMG!!! |
| On January 2nd 2008 Lemonkiss7 Said : | |
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I want more! Keep me posted |
| On January 2nd 2008 BlackHeartedMe Said : | |
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O.o can't wait for more!! Keep me posted please! |
| On January 2nd 2008 eric101106 Said : | |
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luv it kmp |
| On January 2nd 2008 lisamcox Said : | |
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Just Keep doing what you do Hun... :D |
| On January 2nd 2008 jessimerri369 Said : | |
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omfg wat didn luke do or was it matt and luke jsut knows omfg love it keep me posted plz and post the next one soon it great |
| On January 2nd 2008 jirrith2007 Said : | |
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I knew it!! keep it up!! :D |
| On January 2nd 2008 jean125678 Said : | |
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i love this story
it keeps me thinking and my imagination running
kmp |
| On January 1st 2008 username685 Said : | |
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oh crap what happened??!?! tell me plzzzz
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| On January 1st 2008 Sk8ncutie001 Said : | |
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Did Luke kill Zack??? Kmp |
| On January 1st 2008 Princesslacy14 Said : | |
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omg. matt must have tricked luke into killing zach...or he knew how matt killed luke. good story cause you have my imagination running wild. |
| On January 1st 2008 DemonzR4eva Said : | |
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does luke know zach...and why did he turn pale.did luke kill zach...whats gonna happen next???kmp luv it |
