Luke stared at the unopened vodka bottle on the table in front of him and wondered how it'd ever got back to this. He thought he'd got past this demon.
"I just can't be with you when I know that the whole time the guy who you really want is Noah. I'm not going to get my heart broken, not again, Luke."Reid's words were playing through his brain like a stuck record, grating and grating at Luke's conscience. He wanted Reid. He needed Reid. Just after that fight he went to Noah to tell him everything. He needed to prove just how much he wanted Reid.
"You clearly never loved me, hell; you couldn't even wait a month until you had your tongue stuck down some other guy's throat. What was it this time Luke? Did you just throw yourself at the first guy who gave you the slightest bit of attention again?"
Noah's words pierced his heart like a million frozen daggers. He had loved Noah. He still did love Noah, but he couldn't be with him. He'd pushed him away over and over again. He'd hurt Luke too many times and it was all piling up on him now. Maybe he was right. Maybe Luke had just thrown himself at Reid. These thoughts were what stopped him from going to see Reid after coming clean to Noah. What would someone like Reid want with someone like him anyway? Reid was smart, handsome and altogether amazing. Luke was just some university dropout living off his parent's money. He'd managed to get Reid and now he'd thrown it away. He was certain that he loved Reid. He knew that he wanted him, but now everything just seemed so messed up. He'd somehow managed to hurt Noah and Reid. His head started to hurt from all the thinking. He needed something to numb the pain, and the only thing that he knew that could was the devil that was staring at him in the form of a vodka bottle. Suddenly Luke's cell started beeping relentlessly and the caller ID told him that it was Reid. As far as Luke knew, talking to him would only cause him self even more pain. It frustrated him that Reid had such a control of him. With all the force he could gather he threw the phone angrily against the wall silencing its beeping, smashing it to pieces and as Luke unscrewed the cap and gulped down the burning liquid, his heart shattered along with it.
3 hours later
Reid got Luke's answer phone for what felt like the millionth time that day. He'd bumped into Noah earlier and he'd said something about how he was welcome to Luke and how he hoped they'd be very happy together (sarcastically of course.) He'd been trying to get hold of Luke ever since. To tell him that he was sorry, that he should have understood the situation better. He'd seen what Noah was like now, how hurt he was, and he knew Luke still cared about Noah so seeing that amount of pain in his eyes must've killed Luke inside. He wondered what sort of things Noah might have said to him. He knew Luke was sensitive so he was more than likely in a state now. He finally got off work and the first thing he did was get in his car and head towards Luke's parent's house, which he knew Luke was looking after while the rest of his family were on holiday.
Once he got there he knocked on the door, gently at fist.
"Luke, I know you're in here, your car's outside, please, just open the door baby," he called from outside the door.
When there was no reply, Reid knocked a little harder, then tried the door handle. It was locked.
"Luke, if you don't open this door right now, I'm going to knock it down. I'm sure your parents have the funds to replace it!" Reid yelled after several more minutes of banging forcefully on the door, beginning to feel concerned. When he didn't get a reply, true to his word, he kicked at the door until it burst through.
He couldn't suppress the scream rising from deep within his lungs.
On the coffee table there was an empty vodka bottle. On the floor was an unconscious Luke, with an empty bottle of pills in one hand.
