hi guys im sry this took me so long.... but im writing another story now too! the prologue will be out super soon! thank u :)
From: Michael
Not to be the nosy neighbor, but are you okay? It's been nearly three days.
From: Michael
Have you missed work? I hope you're okay you can't afford to lose your job.
From: Michael
Please text or call me ASAP.
From: Megan
What the hell happened? You're gone and all of the money is too? This isn't like you El...
"Ignore them." Luke hummed, leaning over my shoulder.
"I need to explain." I said, tugging at the inside of my cheek with my teeth. How do I explain? Can I explain?
"No you don't," He argued. "You never know who is really on your side."
"You think they're involved in all of this?"
"Who knows." He shrugged, with a sigh.
"I've known Michael since the first day I moved here, there's no way. I need to let him know what's going on."
"Eloise." Luke cut, stopping his legs, as he turned to face me.
We were walking along the side of the road. We had been walking for what seemed like weeks. My legs were beginning to feel like jello, and the farther we wandered the less frequent streetlights and headlights would appear.
"Don't fucking tell him anything."
"Don't swear at me." I retorted, furrowing my eyebrows. "And don't tell me what to do."
How could he expect me to trust him over someone I had lived next to for years? How well did I even know him? What if he had some diabolical plan to drive me out of state and kidnap me? I couldn't just trust him blindly, even if my instincts were to do exactly that.
"Eloise, oh my fuc-" He gripped at his hair, and in the dim light I could barely see his motions.
He exhaled slowly, and released his curls from his grasp.
"I can't tell you everything that is happening or has happened, or is going to happen. I just need you to trust me. Trust that I'm just doing what I need to, to keep both of our asses safe, okay?"
"Trust is earned, I can't just trust you with my life-"
"You're trying to protect yourself," He interrupted. "I know what you're doing."
"Please just let yourself trust someone for once."
I decided not to respond to him, I didn't know how I felt. My heart trusted him, but my subconscious knew things were never that simple.
We continued walking, in silence, both of us a mess in our own heads.
"Where the hell are we going? We're in the middle of nowhere." I said, breaking the silence. The street in front of us looked never ending, a winding road with Luke and I as it's last visitors.
"Where do you think we're going?" He asked, his voice giddy.
"I'm hoping you aren't luring me out to the middle of nowhere to bury me alive."
He laughed, which triggered a heat in my cheeks.
"If I'm being completely honest, I have no fucking clue where we are." He said, and his laugh echoed with more volume. He was hysterical.
"Are you serious? We're in the middle of nowehere how are we supposed to get back?!"
"That's your job," He chuckled.
I stopped, and turned to his knee-slap laughter. I wanted to be angry, but his laughter was so infectious, it hit me like a virus.
Trying to hide a smile, I admired the way the satin red shirt hung around him in the moonlight.
"This isn't funny you know." I huffed, looking in all directions surrounding me in attempts to grasp where we could possibly be.
"You can do it," He encouraged. "How do we get back?"
"I don't know!" I threw my arms in the air. "We've been walking for so long to nowhere dressed looking like we're going to a five star restaurant, and my feet are killing me but I didn't say anything because I trus-"
"You trusted me!" He stopped, gasping goofily.
"I did. But then you put us in this mess."
"Ellie, don't be mad."
"I am." I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I have a plan." He said, with childlike excitement.
"What's that?" I began to kick the dirt underneath my feet.
Luke walked behind me, and found a patch of grass, sitting on it, and patting the spot next to him for me to sit.
"Just sit here? I-"
I stopped myself, sighed, and sat next to him.
I pulled my knees close to my chest, and focused my eyes the grass surrounding my feet.
"You do that a lot." Luke observed.
"Do what?"
"Wiggle your feet. You even do it in your sleep."
"You watch me sleep? Creep." I said, jokingly, breaking the barrier of anger he thought was boiling.
"I think it's romantic," He said, with confidence. "I'm romantic."
"Oh yeah?" I laughed.
"Yes."
"Show me." I told him, and with that, he quickly pushed himself off the ground.
"Dance with me." He said, leaning over and holding out his hand to me.
I was going to say that wasn't romantic, and that there wasn't any music to dance to in the first place, but I decided to just grab his hand and follow his lead to the middle of the street.
He rested his hands at the small of my back, and pulled my close. On instinct, I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"How-" I started, but almost on command, he interrupted.
"I know you're going to say there isn't any music. But I hear music whenever I'm with you."
I snorted.
"Hey! That was romantic." He argued, as I giggled.
"That's only been used a hundred thousand times." I laughed, and he shook his head.
"Eloise, I'm trying to be serious."
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." I apologized.
"I've never slow danced before." He started, spontaneously.
"What? Not even at your school dances?"
"Never went to one. My mom tried to make me but, I didn't listen."
"You're not too bad." I complimented.
"I'm really not romantic." He admitted. "I've never had to be."
"You've never had a girlfriend?"
"Not exactly, I don't really- Hey! Look!"
I could see the lights of a car illuminating his face, as his eyes lit up with excitement.
"Luke we are not hitch hiking!"
"You have a better plan?" He laughed, and began to wave his hands in the air.
I don't know how the driver could've missed him, he's only eight feet tall.
The car stopped several feet away from us, and Luke grabbed my hand, and lead us over.
We approached the drivers side of the car, and the driver rolled down the window.
Inside the car was a small man, with glasses larger than him. His hair was a mess on top of his head, but the first thing that stood out was the giant scar that ran directly across his face.
"Hey man, uh, could you please take us home. We kinda got really lost. I have cash, however much you want." Luke said.
The boy nodded his head without a word, and Luke and I both crawled into the backseat.
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