But I'm Barely Breathing (A The Script FanFic) (Sequel to Millionaires)

Chapter 15- Twas the Night Before Christmas

"Umm, I don't know, he mutters a lot, thrashed around sometimes I guess." I say vaguely and Sean sighs,

"We should keep an eye on him. You know Luke, he would never admit anything like this to us."

We sit in silence for a while but I find my mind is whirring. I can't stop thinking about Luke. It's like Sean has opened up this door in my head that's full of memories of him and I can't close it.

 I remember him calling out, crying. I remember him thrashing around as if he were being attacked. I remember him waking up gasping, his heavy, quickened breathing ringing out through the dark. And I just lay there, listening, turning my back on him.

I don't know why I should care though. He may be my brother but that doesn't mean I care about him, I don't, haven't for as long as I can remember.

So why do I feel guilty? Why do I feel I've done something terrible? Why do I feel...why do I suddenly feel it's up to me to try and fix things?

I guess I was never good to him so he had no reason to be good back. I was jealous of him I guess, I was jealous of his charms, of his popularity, of his courage. And because of that, I told myself I hated him, and I acted like it. But perhaps it was just me I hated. Perhaps Luke has done nothing wrong. Perhaps it's all my fault; it often is.

 But perhaps it's time for that to change.

*Cat's POV*

I smile slightly as I watch him sleeping, sprawled out on the sofa. The plan was he would leave at 1am...three hours ago...but I guess that plan has long since been abandoned.

I glance over my shoulder at the sound of voices near me. In the hallway I can see Sean, talking with his mother. I can't hear anything but I watch her nod, kissing him on the forehead and he hugs her briefly before slipping out of the door. She watches the door for a moment before turning. I think she sees me watching as she smiles and comes over to join me. The party is over now, just a few people still milling around but most have either gone to bed or passed out on sofa's etc.

"Hello Catharine, I haven't seen you in so long." She says giving me a hug. "How are you?" She asks and I shrug.

"Not too bad." I say and she smiles.

"Good. Daniel talking to you again then?" She asks and I blush a little and look down.

"Yeh, we've talked a bit. It wasn't just him though, we both distanced ourselves." I say

"Well, none of that matters now hey?"

"I hope not." I smile and she grins.