the promise ➳ hemmings

Part 15- Luke's POV

I didn't know what to do. I made my way into Hal's bedroom to make sure she was still real. Everything had just hit me like a bullet and my hopes of this being all just a dream were hanging by a thread.

I pulled out a notebook from her desk drawer and ripped off a corner from a clean piece of paper. I found a pen nearby and scribbled the words 'I'm so sorry. -Luke' on it and placed it gently on her bed.

I collected my jacket that I had left on her couch. I then went into her kitchen and dug out some old bottles of vodka from the dusty, untouched parts of her cabinets. With that, I left Hal and her father's apartment. Hopefully, it wouldn't be the last time.

***

Instead of going home, I turned my car into a Motel 6 lot. I dug wads of cash out of my pockets and dash board to get money for a room for the remainder of the night. It was a whole twenty seven dollars.

I got a key to room 7-- a dirty, smelly room. Not like I was expecting anything better, though.

But the place was a dump, really.

I bursted through the door and threw myself on the ugly floral bed with a heavy sigh. Then, when I could manage to stand again, I proceeded to go back to my car and dig up the alcohol.

I downed both bottles in under thirty minutes. I watched my face crumple up in disgust from the burns each swig of vodka gave me in the water-spotted mirror across from the bed. But I had to forget... Just for tonight.

What did I do to deserve this? Why did I only get one night with her before I lost her? Now everything was going to be back to normal. She just wanted to be friends. But could I even be friends with her after this? I couldn't. It would hurt me too much. And where was she now if she wasn't at home? With the boys? Alone on the streets? ....With Jesse? My head almost exploded at this thought. My angry fists wailed out of control as one pounded a hole through the dry wall. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.