It All Started With Hate

technically (e)

I played the role well, and for a minute, I even believed that if I could love, he'd probably be the barer of it. I wondered if he knew that. Had that been the reason he cheated? Was it my fault?

I shook the intruding thoughts away. They weren't meant to be there. I'd done nothing but remain faithful and devoted to him, despite the many opportunities not to. I could have fucked one of his best friends that constantly hit on me, all I wanted, but I hadn't. Because I was in a relationship. Xander was too, but he obviously hadn't been too devoted to me.

Now came the anger. For the past three days, it'd been that way. They were full of tears, questions, then curses. I couldn't handle it for too long without forcing myself to sleep. I would take the nightmares over this.

My phone was still a buzzing mess right by my foot. I kicked at it until I heard it plop onto the floor. I was sure I had added a couple of new cracks to it, but oh well.

No longer caring, I shoved my head into the pillow until the hell of sleep called me.

***

My body stirred at the shake of my bed. It felt as if I were on top of a earthquake.

Attempting to coax myself back into slumber, I shifted onto my stomach, and squeezed my burning eyes shut, again.

I was nearly there until the shake occurred, again, this time with the sound of flesh against splintering wood to it.

With a curse, I jerked the blanket off of me, catching sight of the rattling pictures along the wall. It took my eyes a minute to adjust to the light; I had kept them on instead of using my nightlight.

Once I had it, I pulled myself up to the headboard. A moment of silence passed only for a second before another knock sounded out, this time harder than the last couple.

I groaned, scrubbing a hand down my face. Was being alone too much to ask?

Pulling my arms over my chest, I glared at the blanket as I waited for it to stop. Maybe they'd leave on their own.

The next knock debunked that wish. When my television started to rattle from the force, I finally jerked myself out of bed. I'd make them leave my own damn myself.

Storming over to my window, I paused right in front of it. I peeked through the curtains, squinting my eyes past the bushes to get a look at who could be trying to knock the fucking house down.

What, well...who, I saw, blew me away.

Luke was standing in front of the door, an impatient scowl on his face. With his arms crossed, he began to pace in his spot, murmuring curses to himself, and resembling a madman.

In his tantrum, he paused for a second, his eyes narrowing at the door before he kicked it. I jerked away on instinct, but the motion caught his eye.

Immediately, his raging gaze jerked over to mine, before I flew back from the curtains. Shit.

I racked my brain for a reason as to why he was here. The first thought was the most obvious: he came to chew me out for missing days at the shop.

I drawled out a tiresome sigh. I wasn't in the mood. If he wanted to get his revenge, then he could get it over with.

I stepped back to the curtains, pulling them apart by the tips of my fingers. The moment I leaned in though, my heart flew right out of my chest.