I was Sold to My Dead Brother's Best Friend

This is not a dream

The fire calmed down but Luke’s figure was still shaking, as was mine. I felt a jolt of fear flow through my entire body as I felt that I had really screwed up this time. I couldn't make a run for the door, he would catch me, I guess I could go out the window onto the balcony and make a jump for it, but I had no idea if it was safe or not. But that would never work if I was okay to jump out the window so was he and if I knew anything about insane people, running only makes the chase more fun before the killing. I almost screamed when he finally moved, but all he did was run his hand through his hair and locked his fingers together behind his neck as he looked up at the ceiling.

“Luke, I'll stay with you.”

“Why would you tell me something like that?” Luke spoke in a soft voice that was strained like he still was not fully in control of himself, I was scared frozen and could not think of a response. I just kept my watch on him, so I knew when he actually snapped and lost it.

“Why, Annie! Why couldn't you just lie to me? Why did you have to tell me that?” He screamed and actually looked at me; he took a couple of steps forward as I retreated back away from him. “Answer me!” Luke yelled and either the room shook with his anger or the room was shaking in fear of him as was I. Luke’s eyes were pitch black and I knew I had to respond before I ended up dead.

“I didn't know you wanted me to lie,” I said in a voice that came out sounding scared, Luke threw his hands in the air and turned and started walking back to the fireplace, but when he was close he stopped and turned and walked quickly toward me.

“Do you have any idea what this feels like? Did you really think I was going to be happy knowing that if I had never brought that pathetic human here I actually could have had a chance to be with my mate?” He screamed at me as he walked off and a table that was between me and my only realistic escape route.

Luke picked up another bottle of wine, he popped open the cork and took a long drink from it. When he finished he turned, and threw it at the wall behind me along with every glass object on the table. He slumped down and sat in all the broken glass and its containment that pooled on the ground, resting his elbows on his knees. Luke pressed his face into his hands, his breathing was louder and muffled by his hands

“If I never brought Joel here after the wedding, would you have let me kiss you?” Luke’s voice caused the burning in my heart to erupt like never as he spoke. “Please answer me.” I could tell by the tone in his voice he was crying and I didn't want to cause him more pain.

“I don't know,” I said still unsure about this situation, I heard him scoff and shake his head.

“You don't know,” he said in a humorous tone of voice as he shook his head, “typical, can you please just give me a real answer? I'm sick and tired of having to try and figure out what you mean all the time.” His voice cracked at the end. The room became silent and still.

The only sound I could hear was the pops and cracks of the wood burning under the intense heat from the fire. I stood there staring down at the ground, biting my bottom lip raw. I could only stall for a short time before he snapped at me and I was really in need of a good plan to defuse the problem calmly. I could just tell him the truth, but I knew he might act the same way as before. My only other option is to lie and hope he doesn't catch on and get angry.