Crumble • lrh {Insanity book 2}

thirty two

It's a risky move to get out of bed without waking Luke, and an even riskier one to leave him alone. But I have to get clothes for the next few days, and probably pick up some supplies for the mess we'll have to clean up, and my mom is probably crazy worried. That is, if she's awake.

Luke's sound asleep when I slip out of his arms, his eyes flicking back and forth behind their lids, showing signs he's deep under. I flick the covers back a little to make sure his bandage is still holding up, and let out a relieved breath when there's no crimson stains on the sheets. It'll definitely need to be changed later, however, because the white material is showing signs of weakness. Another reason for me to leave and get a few things.

I check the clock on his nightstand. It reads 9:18. Yeah, Luke will definitely sleep a little longer.

I write a small note with some paper from Luke's desk just in case he does wake up, and set it on top of the little clock. I pull the covers up fully on him and brush the morning hair out of his face gently, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before heading into the bathroom.

I grimace at the mess, dried and crusty blood staining the cabinets and numerous towels on the floor. Luke's ruined clothes are thrown next to the toilet, mine scattered. I grab my bra and underwear from the counter and gingerly pick up my sweatpants and t-shirt, trying not to get the dried blood on myself. I ball it all up in a ball and tuck it under my arm, and I'm halfway down the stairs when I realize I'm practically naked.

I can't just walk out to my car in this t-shirt. It's cold in this house right now, and I don't exactly have a bra on. Or underwear. Jesus Christ.

There is no way I'm putting these nasty jeans back on, much less the shirt or undergarments. So, I quietly run back up the stairs and into Luke's room, rummaging through his drawers as softly as I can before I come up with some basketball shorts that look like they haven't been worn in years. They're small enough to not fall off of my hips, and I don't care if I look like a hobo walking outside, at least I'm not slutbag tits magee here.

I keep the bundle of clothes in front of my chest when I walk down to my car, in case there's anybody watching. When I shut the door and start it I toss my dirty clothes in the passenger seat, which still has some mud streaks from the night in the Asylum. Hopefully my mom isn't up yet, it's a Monday morning and her shift at the clinic doesn't start until 10, so she's probably trying to get some extra sleep in. I hope.

To my relief the house is silent when I slip inside, tip toeing up the stairs until I'm safely in my room. I quickly change into some black shorts and a white tank top, brushing my hair for the first time in the past 12 hours and braiding it down my back. I also cover up the hickeys again with some concealer, so my mom doesn't think I snuck over there to have sex with Luke instead of help him. I slip on some boots and grab my duffel bag from my closet, grabbing basically all of my shirt and pants drawers and throwing some skinny jeans in there too. I grab all my underwear and bras and shove them in there as well, and by the time I've got my pajamas packed I can barely zip up the bag. I end up tucking Luke's clothes in one of the side pockets. I don't plan on leaving Luke alone for very long again in a while.

By the time I'm done and downstairs, my mom is up, brewing coffee. She looks up and smiles, before quirking an eyebrow at my dressed state and bags.

"Did you check your phone?" Is all I ask, resting my weight on both of my arms, hands on the table.

She shakes her head.

"Luke got sick in the middle of the night last night and he had nobody so he called me. I went over there with the first aid kit," I gesture to the obvious mess in the bathroom across the living room, and she furrows her eyebrows, like she just noticed it. "And I ended up staying. He needs help, mom. I'm going to stay over there for a few days."