Semua Bab IN BED WITH HER : Bab 111 - Bab 120

DRE’S P.O.VIn school, I look out for Luke.Every day since he left my room, I’ve looked out for him. For the first week, he didn’t come to school, he came the week after that, and every other day since then, but I barely saw much of him at all. Just the back of his head in the hallways, which I noticed because of the familiar clothes he had on. A few other times, he’d walk by, and I’d pick up his scent and follow it, just to see if he was doing okay— he never was. It's lunch and just like every day, I don't go; I’m not in the mood to eat, and even if I am, I'd have to go alone.I haven’t seen much of Ruth, either, and it has me wondering if Luke said anything to her? She also didn’t text or call me after Luke took her hand and led her out of the cafeteria. And when she did, it’ll be about anything else, but never about Luke. She dropped the chase after him entirely, she never brought up his name, or talk about him, or ask me to help set them up. Luke must’ve said something to her.I

DRE’S P.O.VCameron is just minutes away, and Ruth is helping me touch up my makeup by my dresser.“Thanks for helping me,” I start. She smiles, making her pretty blue eyes sparkle.“You’ll be glad I made you go,” she says, leaning in to plant a kiss on my cheek.*I really doubt that.*But I don’t say it out loud.Maybe Ruth can read my thoughts, or more realistically, my face said it all, but she notices.“Dre...you look like you’re going to cry,” she whispers, holding my cheeks.“No, I’m fine,” I choke. “I just need to change out my contacts.”I reach out for my contact lenses on the dresser, struggling to take them out. I can’t, so I just end up poking my eyes and tears well up, slipping shamefuly down my cheeks.“Oh my God, Dre...you have to be careful,” she warns.I dab the tears away, careful not to smear the makeup.“Sorry...I’ll just leave these in.”Ruth nods, resting her hands on my shoulders.“Okay, you’re okay though, right?” “I am,” I say firmly, trying to convince myse

DRE’S P.O.V After hugging me goodnight and taking me to the front door, Cameron leaves. I ramble through my purse for the house keys, unlock the door and let myself in. The date was fun, and I didn’t entirely regret going like I thought I would. I head to the stairs when I hear someone speak. I freeze instantly at the spot; every strand of hair on my body stands. Someone broke in. An intruder is actually here in my house. Mum is out, Luke still isn’t speaking to me, so who the fuck is in here? My heart races in my chest, and I don’t know when I start crying all over again while I move closer to the coat hanger by the door. There are a bunch of things there I can just grab and use for protection against whoever it is. I draw in a shaky breath and carefully pull out an umbrella. Fortunately, the intruder didn’t notice when I came in; it’ll be easy for me to sneak up on them, hit them from behind with my umbrella as many times as I can, if I’m lucky, knock whoever out unconscious.

LUKE’S P.O.V The phone feels like a live grenade in my palm. My thumb hovers over the green button for half a second before I swipe it, pressing the device hard against my ear, not saying anything, just listening till he is ready to speak. A low chuckle rolls through the line, the kind that always scared me and made my stomach drop when I was a kid. “There he is. My disappearing son. Took you long enough, boy.” I stand up from the sagging bed, pacing the tiny strip of carpet between the dresser and the bathroom door. The room suddenly feels smaller. “What do you want? I told you I’m not interested.” “You think this is about forcing you into the game again?” His tone is sharper now, the fake amusement fading fast. “I don’t have time for your bullshit anymore; matter of fact, my time’s already up.” I stand still, heart beating quicker than normal. “Your time is up?” “Yes.” I hear the pain in his voice. “The feds finally caught up, Lucas. They raided three of my spots l

LUKE’S P.O.V Dre moves closer to me, running her thumb gently under the skin of my eyes. “Talk to me,” she begs, and even as much as I love hearing her beg, I don’t want to hear any of it right now. My jaw clenches. I take her hand away from my face, then hold it gently . I remember every word she said to me the day she pushed us away. “Dre, I don’t feel like talking about it,” I say gently, fixing my gaze on the wired fence. I don’t know if I can look at her for so long without doing something unpredictable. For the weeks we didn’t speak, I struggled to push that entire scene to the back of my head. I thought if I didn’t think about it, it’d only be a matter of time before I’d forget about it, and when I did, it’d be like it didn’t happen. But Dre’s here, and so are her words and so is the painful memory. *We’ve let this play out too long* Like it’s all just a game, it definitely feels that way to her. Then she went on, saying something else about dignity. What she doesn’t k