*A/N-WHAT?! I added another chapter to my book?!!? Can you believe it? Wow, guys, I'm extremely sorry for not being here. This year's been a busy year. But I've been looking through my old stories, and kept coming back to You'll Just Know. I really enjoyed writing it, I just got writer's block and gave up. Anyway, I may not be 100% back, but here's a short chapter in case you guys want to read it. It's a filler chapter, but the next one I'm writing is from Luke's point of view and will FINALLY get this story rolling!
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“He what?” I asked incredulously.
“Honey, Luke had to go back to Alabama for football. You know as well as I do how much that means to him,” my mother replied as she scrubbed a particularly dirty dish.
My brows furrowed with anger and confusion. It had been two weeks since David had passed away, and Luke was choosing to ditch his mother for football? I said this much to my mom, who quickly defended him.
“Luke has been having a pretty tough time. Trisha has her sister here to help her get through this, but he doesn’t have anyone. Football may help distract him for the time being.” I sighed, letting myself see the rational side of Luke’s sudden disappearance.
“I know, it’s difficult for all of us, Brittany, but some people mourn differently than others,” my mother interjected, focusing hard on another dirty plate. She didn’t meet my eyes, but I noticed a tear drip down from her face and into the water. She hid her despair well, but having lived with her for my entire life, I could read the signs. I knew she didn’t want to talk about David’s passing, or else she would have brought it up herself.
I bit my lip, unsure of what else to say. Instead of talking about it more, I slid off of my seat behind the counter and slunk to my room. I wasn’t in the room to talk anymore anyway. Everything had just been too sad in my life for the past two weeks. As I shut my door and curled up on my bed, I couldn’t help but feel the emptiness in my chest. For the first time in my life, I felt utterly and completely alone. The betrayal I felt was a surprise, especially that it was directed towards Luke. I expected him above all people to stay here for awhile to help acclimate his mother to a life with his dad.
But he hadn’t.
I couldn’t help but feel the little bit of trust and admiration of the football star crumble. The image I had subconsciously created as I grew up was beginning to dim as I continued to watch the people around me suffer. Where was he when we needed him? I reworded that. I didn’t need him. I could handle myself. But she needed him. They needed him.
I snatched my phone off of my nightstand. I quickly found Luke’s number that my mom had forced me to put into my contacts list in case for some reason we needed to contact each other. I called it before I even had a chance to second guess myself. I laid down with the phone squashed to my ear, anticipating the voicemail. But instead of the computerized voice I got a real one.
“Hello?” Luke said gruffly on the other end. I was silent for a minute before replying.
“Hi.”
“Brit?” The sound of my nickname and the recognition in his voice sent my heart thumping rapidly. I quickly quieted it down before speaking again.
“Yeah, it’s me. We need to talk-“
“Listen, Brittany, I can’t exactly talk right now-“
“I don’t give a crap if you can’t talk right now! You’re going to hear me out whether you like it or not!” I growled, cutting him off before he could make an excuse to hang up. If I let him end the call I wasn’t sure I would have the courage to call him back.
“Damn it Brittany, what could you possibly want?” he snarled back, but I couldn’t help but notice the slight amusement in his voice. Did he think this was funny?
“I want to know why you left us-I mean your mother in the middle of something like this!”
Luke was silent on the line for a few moments, but I could hear him breathing on the other end. It sounded slightly ragged. “Brit,” Luke sighed, “I can’t talk to you about this, you won’t understand.”
“Then make me understand!” I retorted. “Because I can’t seem to come up with any reason as to why you would leave her!”
“Brit, I’ve got football to worry about-“
“Damn it, Lucas Jonathan Reed, I’m tired of your excuses!” I practically shouted into the phone. “Football is not more important than helping your mom get through your dad’s death!” I wanted to strangle him through the phone as I tried to catch my breath.
To my complete surprise, Luke let out a chuckle. “You haven’t called me by my full in a long time.” My eyebrows shot straight up.
“Uh-I-uh,” I stuttered, recalculating what I had been trying to say. Finally, I got my embarrassment at that slip-up under control and retaliated with something I knew would sting. “If that was all you got out of this conversation, then you really are as cold hearted as I thought.” Then I smashed the end call button and threw my phone across the room.
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