An Echo in the Mafia (Echo Reid, Reid Family Book #1)

Part 60

"Oh?" Echo asked, raising her brow. "Are you packed then? I guess I'm the only one who waits until the last minute."

Echo stood, preparing to walk around Luke and towards their bed room but his hand on her arm stopped her. 

"No." He said, pulling her back into the room gently. "I meant no need. We're not going."

Echo tilted her head to the side. 

"I'm sorry, what?" Echo replied. 

"Oh no!" Adelia said, jumping up from the bed. "Why not?"

"Because I said so." Luke said, turning on his heel and leaving the room. Echo stared after him for a bit, poking her head out into the hall. Adelia's room was straight down the hall from theirs, at the opposite end of the house and a turn away. Echo hadn't missed that this house was laid out strangely, but she found it was part of it's charm. 

"Are we really not going?" Adelia asked, looking at Echo 

"I..." Echo opened her mouth, unsure what to say. She turned to Adelia and smiled. "Why don't you finish up? I'll go sort this out."

Before Adelia could respond, Echo was moving quickly down the hall. She wasn't sure what she was going to say but she knew she had to say something.  As she made it to their room door, she could hear him moving around inside, carelessly tossing things around. The last two nights, Luke hadn't come home at all. He'd kept his distance and she hadn't even noticed when he would go  in to change or shower. 

As she opened the door and stepped in, Luke turned towards her for a brief moment before going back into the closet. Echo closed the door behind her, glancing around, completely nonplussed by the chaos. The bed spread was pulled off onto the floor, there were pillows strewn about and now, Luke, the notoriously neat Luke, walked back into the room and began pulling the sheets next. 

"Luke." Echo said, watching as he picked up pillows and pulled them out of their case. He ignored her, and continued bunching up the sheets. 

"Luke we changed those just a couple of days ago." She said. He shrugged, moving back into the closet with the bunch in his arms. Echo followed him, watching as he dumped the sheets into the corner and then pulled a fresh pair out of the linen closet. Whatever he was doing, it was no use talking to him. Echo sighed, moving to her side of the closet and pulling out a weekend bag. She silently began to rummage through the drawers, deciding what to pack. 

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching as she folded items and neatly packed them. Echo didn't look up at him, deciding that if he was going to be a stubborn jackass that wouldn't talk to her, she could do the same. 

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She asked, beginning to sort through her new clothes for something to wear to Christmas dinner. 

"I said we're not going." Luke said, practically snatching a dress from her hands. Echo didn't turn. She just continued to shuffle through the closet. 

"I heard what you said." She replied, "But I don't agree."

"You don't agree?" He asked,throwing the dress on the ground. Echo turned to face him for a second before moving to pick up the dress and smooth it out. 

"I don't know what your problem is, I'm not a mind reader. I won't know what's wrong unless you talk to me." She said, "I also don't like the way you've acting."

"and how's that?" He replied. 

"Oh please, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Your attitude is ridiculous and I'm not putting up with it." She said, rolling her eyes and deciding to taking the dress with her. She gently folded it and placed it in the bag before turning to find a matching pair of shoes. It was a shame. She'd been pleasantly surprised to find that Luke had the closet fitted for her and her items. He moved half his things to make room for her- it made her so happy when she saw it. 

"So that's it? You're leaving me?" He asked, making her turn to him with a frown. 

"Leaving you? God, you're being awful but I'm not leaving. I'm going to my parent's house for Christmas, like we decided we would." She said, continuing with her packing. 

"And I decided we're not going after all." He said, gritting his teeth. 

"You decided you're not going. I am." She said, "And don't you dare try to stop me."

"Baby, you're forgetting who you're talking to. I'm in charge here, what I say... goes." He said, reaching towards her but she pulled away before he could touch her. 

"I know exactly who you are." Echo snapped, loosing her temper. "I knew exactly who you were before and I know who you are now. If you think I'm going to just roll over and let you tell me what to do, you're wrong. You're kidding yourself."

"Echo... I'm talking to you." Luke said as she began walking into the restroom. 

"I can hear you. I'm not deaf." She snipped. "If you don't want to go to my parent's house after you told them you would, don't. I'm not even sure I want you around."

"Of course not. Sorry to disappoint but prince charming isn't coming back for a while." He said, referring to Marco. Echo turned to look at him, surprise in her eyes. She watched how the scar on his face was ticking, his eyes were so dark, full of pain. He was in pain, he was hurting. Her gaze softened and she reached out impulsively, placing her hand to his cheek, trying to soothe the ticking. He didn't move, he didn't push her away and as she stepped closer to him, she searched his gaze. 

"Luke, what's going on?" She asked, her voice low. "Please tell me what's going on."

Luke closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her hands on his skin. Then he heard it, the sound of Grace's voice reminding him what he knew.  He reached up, his eyes snapping open as he snatched her hands off of him and pushed her away. Echo stumbled, more out of shock than actual force, and landed with a gentle thud on the edge of the tub. 

Neither of them moved for a second, but they continued to stare, both thinking she was lucky to have caught herself instead of hitting the ground. 

"You're okay." Luke wasn't sure if it was a questions or a statement. 

"I'm okay." She repeated, standing up slowly and straightening herself out. "I'm going to finish packing."

Luke didn't say anything as she walked out

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Echo sat silently on her parent's terrace. She stared out towards the pool which was glistening under the moonlight. It was late, everyone was in bed. 

Tomorrow morning, she'd have to explain to them that Luke and Adelia weren't coming. She'd say that Luke had been detained and that Adelia stayed behind to keep him company. She'd tell them she wanted to stay too but Luke had insisted that he would try to make it. She'd smile and laugh and participate in all the silly things they had planned. She would say she was fine, happier than ever. 

If they had asked her just a week ago, it would have been true. She supposed it was only half a lie. 

If she had left North Town earlier, she would have made it before they went to bed but the truth was that she didn't want them to see her. She'd spent the entire drive, comfortably crying her eyes out. She didn't allow herself to cry while Luke was in the house and she didn't dare  do it in front of Adelia. She held it in, finished packing her bag and then went upstairs to talk to the girl. 

She felt so guilty telling her that she was going, even considered telling her to come with her and let Luke stew on his own. But she couldn't. Adelia wasn't hers, she wasn't her sister and Echo wasn't her guardian. It wouldn't be right. Instead, she hugged Adelia tightly and told her that she should keep Luke company. He was going through a hard time and shouldn't be left alone. 

What a sweet girl. She'd smiled and told Echo not to worry about her. She would make sure that Luke wasn't alone. 

Echo sighed, tucking her knees up to her chest and hugging them tightly as she rested her chin on them. She was in a house full of people who loved her, she knew that after Ben and George arrived, she wouldn't get even a moment alone. But he was missing. Somehow, that was enough to make her the loneliest woman in the world.