I'm sorry for doing that to V..but there has to be some drama :)

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"I-I was just folding your clothes and arranging them into your wardrobe, when I found this inside," I stutter, in a quiet, scared voice. I truly am terrified, if I may say so. I know he wouldn't hit me. Ever.

Right?

"Sure you were," he murmurs and slowly stumbles towards me in pain. Then, he takes the picture out of my hands, placing it back, where I found it.

My phone rings, but I ignore it. I have to figure this out first.

"I-I'm sorry, Luke. I didn't mean to-" "It's fine," he interrupts me, heading out of the room. I follow him to the couch, where he lays down again with pain.

My phone won't stop ringing, so I turn it off, since it's annoying. Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait.

I lay down next to him and hug him carefully, so it doesn't hurt him. He doesn't do anything, so I get up, sitting next to him, "hey babe, I really am sorry," I whisper and I get no response.

I really feel bad. I shouldn't have been so nosy, the father thing is none of my business, unless he wants it to be my business. But of course, I must be a nosy bitch and ruin everything. Just like always. Damn I really hate myself, just like Luke probably hates me.

"Luke?" I say, my voice breaking. Then, he finally looks at me, his eyes red. He clears his throat, "what?" He chokes out and at this moment, my heart is hurting for him. At this moment, all I see in his eyes is pain, hurt and betrayal. I feel bad for not being able to help him. I really do.

All I can do at this moment is hug him, and hope it will make him feel just a little bit better.

"I-I was 8..." he sighs, "when he did it," he chokes out, "I was fucking 8 Em!" He shouts and I hug him tighter, carefully listening him, as he continues his rant, "I hate him Em.. he was so selfish.. how could he? How could he leave me with that bitch of a mother, who never gave a fuck about me!" He hits the couch with his fist, making me flinch a bit but he didn't notice, "It's all her fault. It's her fault that I'm so fucked up!" He breaks down, his face buried in my neck.

"Shh, you're not a fuck up, Luke," I try to comfort him.

My heart aches for him. He doesn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve his father dying. No one does. I do wonder, why is he blaming his mother. I don't want him to think that he has to tell me, though.

"You don't have to tell me anything yet Luke, when you're ready. Okay?" I ask him and he nods, his face still buried in my neck.

"I am a fuck up though. You don't know the shit I used to do.. before I met you. Before you made my life better and worth living. Thank you, Em," he moves his head from my neck, looking at me with red, wet eyes.

He leans closer to my face, "and I will tell you everything Em. You'll know everything. I'm just not ready yet, nor are you, trust me," he says and with that, he kisses me gently and slowly.

He moves away after a few seconds, "and I do wish for you, to stop going through my stuff," he chuckles and I smile, nodding. And with that, we fall asleep on the couch. Of course, my head isn't resting on his chest this time, since his ribs are broken.

I wake up to about 5 missed calls, all from V. I decide to call her back, but it said that she's not available. I'm just going to wait for Luke to wake up, so we can call Dylan and ask him about V.

It's tricky, trying to get up from someone's grip and not wake them up. Luckily, Luke is a heavy sleeper, even when his ribs are fractured. I could literally throw a party and he wouldn't budge.

Decided that I'll make some coffee, I walk to the kitchen and set up some water on the cooker. As I wait for it to boil, Luke wakes up and stumbles to the kitchen. He hugs me from behind, making me jump a bit.

"Jumpy aren't we?" He chuckles lowly into my ear, sending goosebumps down my spine. I smile at myself and lean into him. He groans a bit and I remember about his ribs, so I quickly move away. "Sorry," I apologize and he gives me a peck on the lips.

"Coffee's ready," I say to Luke, and pour some into his cup. He smiles and sits down.

How did I get here, honestly? I have the best boyfriend and I'm sleeping in his apartment. School is going great and I really like him. Like, a lot. He's so sweet and caring and just amazing. He has a messed up past, but so do I. I don't mind it, really. And not to mention the hotness of my boyfriend. I also have two best friends who I love the most-

Shit. V.

"Luke could you please call Dylan?" I ask him and he draws his eyebrows together. I make a pleading look, so he gives in and calls him.

"What?" A voice, breaking says.

"Is V with you?" I get straight to the point, hoping that the answer is yes, but according to his voice, she probably isn't.

"N-no..I thought she was with you," he chokes out.

"Dude, are you fucking crying? What a pussy," Luke states.

The irony.

"Luke shut up." I look at him and he mouthes an apology. "Do you have any idea where she could be?" I ask Dylan, who is clearly concerned about V, as much as I am.

"N-no," he cries out and Luke and I both ask him at the same time, "why are you crying?"

"She left me," he sobs.

Wait, what? She left him? That's impossible. When I was with her, she was always like; Dylan this and Dylan that, Dylan is the best, I love him, blah, blah, blah. She wouldn't leave him unless... he cheated.

"Why?" Luke asks, "we'll talk about that later," I answer for Dylan and we decide to meet up at the cafe. Luke insisted on coming with us, but I didn't let him, since his leg is broken. I mean, my ankle was sprained, but that goes away quickly. His leg on the other hand, the cast will be there for a while.

When I get to the cafe, Dylan is already there, and let me tell you, he looks terrible. His eyes are red and he has bags under his eyes. It was only one night, but he looks like it's been weeks since he had a good night's sleep. His hair is pointing to all the directions possible, his clothes look like someone puked on them. As I sit next to him, I can smell the alcohol, so I assume the puke is his.

"Are you okay?" I hug him, even though I barely know him.

"I'm such an idiot," he cries and I stop him from talking, "stop. Well talk about this late, first we have to find V," he nods, agreeing with me.

"So let's ask around, if anyone saw her," I suggest and we get up, asking people if anyone saw her, by describing her.

After a while, we get to a bar, that's the closest one to Dylan's home. There's a bartender, who was finally able to tell us something about V. "Yeah, she was here, drinking a lot, I must say. Then a guy came and harassed her, but we threw him out. She was phoning someone and then decided to leave. That's all I know," the bartender stated and I thanked him.

"That motherfucker," Dylan growls, "I'll fucking kill him."

I put my hand on his shoulder, to calm him down. Since we didn't have any other clues, we decided to go home and I'll call her mother, to see if she's there - I forgot my phone at Luke's apartment.

When I get there, I quickly call her mom.

"Hello, Mrs Lodge?" I say. I really hope she knows something about her.

"Who's this?" Her voice is raw and sore.

"I'm Emma Davis, Vanessa's friend," I introduce myself, "so Vanessa has been missing since yesterday, and I was wondering, if you know anything about it, or if she's staying at your place?" As soon as I mentioned Vanessa's name, se broke down, crying.

"Sweetheart, Vanessa is dead. The report says, that there's a possibility, that she was raped, since there were marks on her body. Then, she was drunk driving and she crashed into a tree. The car exploded," she chokes out and starts crying even more.

I drop my phone to the ground, breaking it. I just stand still, processing everything.

Wait, what? dead, as in not waking up, ever again? It can't be. I'm dreaming, I must be.

Luke comes into the room, but I don't even acknowledge him, saying, "Em, what's wrong?"

And then, it hits me.

"No, no, no, no, no!" I scream loudly, dropping to the floor, "I-I'm dreaming. Wake up Emma, it'll all be fine, just wake the fuck up!" I shout at myself, still sitting on the floor.

"Emma, talk to me, what's happening?" Luke asks me, looking very concerned. I stand up, looking at him now.

"She's dead Luke," I say in a cold tone. The tears aren't even there. I'm in complete shock. I can't cry, but I feel pain. pain, that can't be described. She's actually gone and it's all my fault. It's my fault that my best friend is dead. What will I tell Jack? Or Dylan? They will be devastated. Jack will probably hate me, and so will Dylan. She called and I didn't answer...

I should've answered, "I SHOULD'VE FUCKING ANSWERED!" I shout the last part out loud. Luke hugs me and I break free from his arms.

"This always happens. Someone always dies. V did, just like Aarya! And it's always my fault. It's my fault because I always put my problems first, when I shouldn't have!" I break down, tears finally pouring down my face. Luke hugs me again. This time I don't push him away. I hug him back, sobbing into his neck. He runs his fingers through my hair, trying to calm me down.

"Shh, breathe Em," he whispers and I calm down a bit, trying to breathe.

"You need to rest, come on," Luke says after a while. At first, I protest but he insist on me, having to go to sleep. He gets me to bed, falling asleep with me in an instant.

I wake up and see V, looking at me, sitting on the couch. Suddenly, I'm in the kitchen, drinking coffee. She's smiling and I smile back. Quickly, her smile disappears, and she starts crying blood. I get her tissues quickly, but she pushes me away, "It's all your fault," she screams at me.

I blink and she's laying in a car now, her face completely busted bloody, "it's your fault, I'm dead," she repeats and I start crying.

"I'm so sorry!" I cry out but she disappears. Then, I look down, seeing blood, spreading everywhere on my shirt. I turn around, and see V, who stabbed me.

I sit up quickly, Luke suddenly hugging me, "it's okay, it's just a dream Emma," he comforts me, as I cry. I hug him back tightly.

It was all a dream.

Is this going to haunt me, everytime I'm going to sleep? If so, I don't wanna sleep anymore.

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