wrapped books | lrh {rewriting} | joseph is dallas, rewriting still in process

3.4

"What do you want?" Mrs. Hemmings growled she wrapped the robe she wore tighter around her body.

"I need to see Luke." I tried to push past her but she yanked me back outside.

"He's asleep." She scowled.

"No, he's not. Please let me in." I pleaded.

"I don't even know you." Mrs. Hemmings said harshly and shook her head.

"He does. Please let me in." I begged.

"I can't just let you in, I have no-"

"This is a life or death situation!" I yelled at her.

She stood there with a confused expression. "If this is your attempt to go have sex with my son-"

I grunted and just ran past her, I ignored her protests and charged upstairs.

I hurried to the bathroom door and banged with all my might.

"Luke!" I called through the door.

He didn't answer.

"Luke, its me. Maia." I yelled.

I knocked at the door loudly. Hoping this is not it.

Still no answer.

"Luke! Please." I pleaded.

Not a sound of response.

"Luke..." I breathed out.

I did not stop knocking.

Mrs. Hemmings appeared at my side and had an angry expression on her face. But it didn't matter.

I grabbed the door handle and jiggled it repeatedly.

It didn't budge.

I was already crying.

Past that.

I'm full on sobbing in front of Mrs. Hemmings, but it didn't matter.

"He's in there?" She asked quietly.

I nodded slowly.

"Luke. Please. Please. Come out." I whispered.

Nothing.

"Luke... please. please. please..." I repeated the word about twenty times before I aggressively kicked at the door. Startling Mrs. Hemmings.

"LUKE!" I yelled.

"Luke, please." I begged.

I was so scared right now.

What if I was actually too late?

What if he was actually gone.

I never got to say those three words to make him smile.

It wouldn't have been I love you.

No.

It would mean so much more.

But I said the first words that would mean something to the both of us.

"Luke..." I swallowed hard, "Let's start over." I whispered.

It wasn't that much important. But it was something I was willing to do.

I stood there next to the door. My hand still grasped the door handle and I chewed my nails on the other.

I knew I was wearing nail polish, but I was nervous.

I guess that it did calm me down, I wonder if it calms Luke down too.

I turned to look and Mrs. Hemmings, she still wore a confused expression.