* Hello readers! I know it's really hard to get through wordy stories but
please give mine a chance and I promise in the end you won't regret it! I
actually, believe it or not (lol), have a plot line and eventually things
will piece together and get a little more exciting! In case you didn't
realize the last chapter was from Nathan's POV and now this one is from
Lucas's.*
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Chapter 2 Luke's POV
Sometimes you hear a rapping on your door early in the morning or the shrill ring of a telephone but due to your weekend laziness and pleasant dream you choose to ignore it. It continues to echo throughout your household and deep down you know you should answer it but every time you force a movement, your heavenly bubble is almost popped and you flop back down again. Your relaxation will disappear and your stress will be reinforced.
I can hear people talking around me but the world is a blur. On the outside I remain calm, and stoic but inside I am screaming. Screaming because a part of me is missing and , for the life of me, I can not figure out where it has ran off to. Screaming because I don't know where that part of me is and I cannot decipher its emotions or hopes and fears. Screaming because I let that part disperse, too caught up in myself to realize it may never come back. Screaming because nobody will help me find it and for the first time in my life I know what it feels like to be completely lost, oblivious, and stuck in rut physically and mentally.
The part of me I have lost is irreplaceable and no amount of fussing or cooing over me will ever fulfill it's shoes. That part of me is my best friend and as much as I want to hate her for cowering in her shell for the last couple of months, carefully keeping her distance for fear of setting off a storm inside me, I can't because I'm too worried I may never get to experience another moment with her again whether it's of happiness, depression, self-pity, or as bad as it sounds, hatred.
I know she is strong, and would never give up no matter the situation she may encounter, but I worry because I have no other choice. I'm scared because I can not sense what she is feeling and am suddenly aware that my best friend detectors, in a time of need, have broken on me. I've never truly been without her, if she wasn't attached permanently by my side her wise words or helpful advice always kept her with me when her physical presence had graciously bowed out. Her spirit kept me constantly upbeat and the her emotions after our two, 5 years-old selves first exchanged hellos, spoke to me from miles away. I could sense when something was wrong, or if she was afraid and in a heartbeat I'd be there. That's just how our system worked. Except of course for the times when her bossy roots would shine through and I would be the small dog who whimpered behind her lead, loving every minute of her bad ass image and fierce determination.
*Flashback* " Luke, you promised to let me drive your truck! Jesus Christ, a girl plainly makes the mistake of slipping up on a curb once when, may I mention, it was very dark outside and you label her for life!" 15 year-old Haley James throws her friend a disapproving glance and shrugs her small shoulders as a giggle escapes from her pink lips.
" Haley you knocked over a mailbox."
" It was flimsy, and could hardly be justified as sturdy."
" It was made of firm bricks and you know it."
" If you don't give me the keys I will tell your mom about the time you went to Tifffany Fodor's party and got so drunk you couldn't even make it home. I remember Luke, I found you on the roof of the café, asleep in our golf course's hole number nine. " she smiled mischievously and the evil twinkle in her eyes did not go unnoticed by the friend who was now inches in front of her face pouting.
" You do realize your impossible! If you don't whip out the black mail card I'm forced to endure your sad puppy dog eyes and dammit you know I can't say no!" Lucas impatiently stamped his feet in an attempt to imitate a three year-old child and Haley couldn't help but laugh at his antics.
" Your weak, why do you think I chose you. I wasn't your typically 5 year- old you know, I had a head on my shoulders and you were all part of my master plans. I have to say it was a hard decision, and Joe Cannon had a close lead because he was almost as clueless as you, but you won because I liked your blonde hair and couldn't stand the way that Joe was always picking his nose." she grimaced and patted him on the head.
" Boy am I glad to know that I was Haley James's second pick, makes my day.
" I know it's a privilege, now give me the keys."
Lucas smiled happily at his best friend's perky attitude and devious plans, which over time he had grown accustomed to, and simply handed over the keys. These were the moments he loved to share with her the most, despite her demanding attitudes , and he knew that things would never change between them because they loved each other too much.
"Come along." she snapped her fingers and walked hastily towards the truck.
Lucas didn't hesitate to follow. He always trusted her lead.
*End Flashback*
" Luke...I just got a call from Deb." Karen Roe gently placed her arm in a loving manner across her son's much larger frame and continued.
" Haley wasn't with them last night or this morning and her parents have already reported her absence. She is now considered missing and the officials are doing everything in their power to see that she comes home." the blank expression on her son's face was noted by his mother and she silently wished for any speck of emotion to flash it's way across his face to signal that somewhere inside, he was alive.
" Did Nathan know anything mom?" I turned away from my mother's touch and walked towards my dresser. I gingerly picked up a picture frame which enclosed our faces and for a moment held a sign of a better time. I gently began tracing over Haley's smiling lips and tried to focus.
" Luke, sweetie, Nathan's in the hospital. His mother told him about the police's involvement and he stopped breathing before blacking out on his bathroom floor." she closed the distance that separated her son from her and glanced at the object that captivated his attention.
" Is he going to be okay?" I emotionlessly asked.
" The doctors say that he had an emotional breakdown but with rest he should be okay." it pained her to see her son so robotic and she, as his mother, prayed for him to say anything.
" Luke, I don't mean to pry I know this is extremely hard on you but Nathan's mother mentioned some letters that Haley was receiving from an anonymous writer. She said that they were filled with threats and hatred.... Did Haley happen to mention this to you? The police needs any leads they can get and I know now is not a great time, but when your ready they could really use your help." Karen's hand tried to relax but failed as Luke's muscles tightened.
" Do they think she has been kidnaped? Is that what your saying?" And suddenly I heard it again. That rapping on a Saturday morning or the obnoxious ring of the telephone and despite their efforts to try they couldn't burst my bubble. My bubble space protects me from the horrors and secures the dreams and hopes I have. You can't burst my bubble, only I can and I'm not about to push it any harder. I like it here, I'm safe and sound and can't hear what anybody is saying. All I feel in my bubble is happiness and am oblivious to any other emotion trying to weasel their way in.
Suddenly the screaming inside me increases.
" Luke somebody wanted to hurt her." Karen bluntly replied.
And suddenly with six simple words, my bubble is burst and I hear again. So I do the only thing I know how to when I can't stand reality and must escape.
I run, and I don't stop.
Chapter 2 Luke's POV
Sometimes you hear a rapping on your door early in the morning or the shrill ring of a telephone but due to your weekend laziness and pleasant dream you choose to ignore it. It continues to echo throughout your household and deep down you know you should answer it but every time you force a movement, your heavenly bubble is almost popped and you flop back down again. Your relaxation will disappear and your stress will be reinforced.
I can hear people talking around me but the world is a blur. On the outside I remain calm, and stoic but inside I am screaming. Screaming because a part of me is missing and , for the life of me, I can not figure out where it has ran off to. Screaming because I don't know where that part of me is and I cannot decipher its emotions or hopes and fears. Screaming because I let that part disperse, too caught up in myself to realize it may never come back. Screaming because nobody will help me find it and for the first time in my life I know what it feels like to be completely lost, oblivious, and stuck in rut physically and mentally.
The part of me I have lost is irreplaceable and no amount of fussing or cooing over me will ever fulfill it's shoes. That part of me is my best friend and as much as I want to hate her for cowering in her shell for the last couple of months, carefully keeping her distance for fear of setting off a storm inside me, I can't because I'm too worried I may never get to experience another moment with her again whether it's of happiness, depression, self-pity, or as bad as it sounds, hatred.
I know she is strong, and would never give up no matter the situation she may encounter, but I worry because I have no other choice. I'm scared because I can not sense what she is feeling and am suddenly aware that my best friend detectors, in a time of need, have broken on me. I've never truly been without her, if she wasn't attached permanently by my side her wise words or helpful advice always kept her with me when her physical presence had graciously bowed out. Her spirit kept me constantly upbeat and the her emotions after our two, 5 years-old selves first exchanged hellos, spoke to me from miles away. I could sense when something was wrong, or if she was afraid and in a heartbeat I'd be there. That's just how our system worked. Except of course for the times when her bossy roots would shine through and I would be the small dog who whimpered behind her lead, loving every minute of her bad ass image and fierce determination.
*Flashback* " Luke, you promised to let me drive your truck! Jesus Christ, a girl plainly makes the mistake of slipping up on a curb once when, may I mention, it was very dark outside and you label her for life!" 15 year-old Haley James throws her friend a disapproving glance and shrugs her small shoulders as a giggle escapes from her pink lips.
" Haley you knocked over a mailbox."
" It was flimsy, and could hardly be justified as sturdy."
" It was made of firm bricks and you know it."
" If you don't give me the keys I will tell your mom about the time you went to Tifffany Fodor's party and got so drunk you couldn't even make it home. I remember Luke, I found you on the roof of the café, asleep in our golf course's hole number nine. " she smiled mischievously and the evil twinkle in her eyes did not go unnoticed by the friend who was now inches in front of her face pouting.
" You do realize your impossible! If you don't whip out the black mail card I'm forced to endure your sad puppy dog eyes and dammit you know I can't say no!" Lucas impatiently stamped his feet in an attempt to imitate a three year-old child and Haley couldn't help but laugh at his antics.
" Your weak, why do you think I chose you. I wasn't your typically 5 year- old you know, I had a head on my shoulders and you were all part of my master plans. I have to say it was a hard decision, and Joe Cannon had a close lead because he was almost as clueless as you, but you won because I liked your blonde hair and couldn't stand the way that Joe was always picking his nose." she grimaced and patted him on the head.
" Boy am I glad to know that I was Haley James's second pick, makes my day.
" I know it's a privilege, now give me the keys."
Lucas smiled happily at his best friend's perky attitude and devious plans, which over time he had grown accustomed to, and simply handed over the keys. These were the moments he loved to share with her the most, despite her demanding attitudes , and he knew that things would never change between them because they loved each other too much.
"Come along." she snapped her fingers and walked hastily towards the truck.
Lucas didn't hesitate to follow. He always trusted her lead.
*End Flashback*
" Luke...I just got a call from Deb." Karen Roe gently placed her arm in a loving manner across her son's much larger frame and continued.
" Haley wasn't with them last night or this morning and her parents have already reported her absence. She is now considered missing and the officials are doing everything in their power to see that she comes home." the blank expression on her son's face was noted by his mother and she silently wished for any speck of emotion to flash it's way across his face to signal that somewhere inside, he was alive.
" Did Nathan know anything mom?" I turned away from my mother's touch and walked towards my dresser. I gingerly picked up a picture frame which enclosed our faces and for a moment held a sign of a better time. I gently began tracing over Haley's smiling lips and tried to focus.
" Luke, sweetie, Nathan's in the hospital. His mother told him about the police's involvement and he stopped breathing before blacking out on his bathroom floor." she closed the distance that separated her son from her and glanced at the object that captivated his attention.
" Is he going to be okay?" I emotionlessly asked.
" The doctors say that he had an emotional breakdown but with rest he should be okay." it pained her to see her son so robotic and she, as his mother, prayed for him to say anything.
" Luke, I don't mean to pry I know this is extremely hard on you but Nathan's mother mentioned some letters that Haley was receiving from an anonymous writer. She said that they were filled with threats and hatred.... Did Haley happen to mention this to you? The police needs any leads they can get and I know now is not a great time, but when your ready they could really use your help." Karen's hand tried to relax but failed as Luke's muscles tightened.
" Do they think she has been kidnaped? Is that what your saying?" And suddenly I heard it again. That rapping on a Saturday morning or the obnoxious ring of the telephone and despite their efforts to try they couldn't burst my bubble. My bubble space protects me from the horrors and secures the dreams and hopes I have. You can't burst my bubble, only I can and I'm not about to push it any harder. I like it here, I'm safe and sound and can't hear what anybody is saying. All I feel in my bubble is happiness and am oblivious to any other emotion trying to weasel their way in.
Suddenly the screaming inside me increases.
" Luke somebody wanted to hurt her." Karen bluntly replied.
And suddenly with six simple words, my bubble is burst and I hear again. So I do the only thing I know how to when I can't stand reality and must escape.
I run, and I don't stop.