Luke and Rylie

"Twisted love is sometimes fun. It's mysterious. You never know what might happen. You could end up like me, but the best and worst part is, the love never goes away; even if you want it to."


32. Part 32

The doors opened again, and she yanked the suitcase behind her as she pushed through everyone, not even apologizing. She ran right into someone, and already knew who it was. She new his body too well. She looked up, and started crying again. "Please Luke..." she cried. "Let me go..." she needed to leave that place, and everyone in it.

"I can't..." Luke cried harder than she, clasping to her shoulders. "I screwed up...but if you step out that door, I will not be able to continue...I love you..." he looked at her with pleading eyes, but Rylie had to look away. She wanted to stay, but it hurt too much. She wanted Luke more than anything in the world, but there was no continuing on.


Day 5

Rylie stood in the chaos forming around her. She watched the police push the crowd forming away. She watched the ambulances blare their sirens as they arrived. She watched the paramedics kneel down to the intertwined cars, and examine the damage. Somehow, she stood in the middle, and watched the moment crumble.

She watched a tear fall to the ground, and shatter into a million droplets of water. She looked up, and gasped as she saw Michael walk towards her.

"Michael..." she breathed out, and glanced into his green eyes. They were so much brighter than usual. His whole body seemed to radiate light. The dark night cast no shadow on his skin. He was glowing; more than he ever did. "I thought you were dead..." she admitted.

Michael reached his hand up, and touched her cheek. "I'm right here..." he whispered.

Rylie grabbed his hand, and smiled in relief. She pushed her body into his, and wrapped her arms around his waist. He placed his hand on her lower back, and gently rubbed. "I love you..." he said.

Rylie looked up at him. She smiled, feeling heat rise in her cheeks.

She smelled an unfamiliar scent suddenly coming from him, and she crinkled her nose. Michael smelled like he was burning. Flames were a familiar scent, and Rylie placed it immediately.

Instantly, the cars conjoined only feet away erupted in brightly colored reds, oranges, and yellows.

Rylie turned her attention towards it, but she felt Michael pulling away, and she tried to hold tight, but he disappeared between her hands.

"Michael!" she shrieked. He was gone. Rylie searched around the area, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Michael..." her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees.

She looked up at the people spraying the car down, and she watched paramedics pull a lifeless body out of the upturned car. Immediately, she got up, and sprinted over to them. She pushed the men off, and grabbed Michael's head to cradle it in her arms. "Michael!" she screamed, rocking the top half of his body back and forth in her arms.

The paramedics grabbed her, and pulled her away, allowing her feet to drag against the rough concrete.

"No!" she yelled, kicking and squirming. "Let me go!" she crammed her foot on a man's toe, and he squeaked in pain.

"Let me go!"


"Let me go!" Rylie bounded up in bed, and kicked the covers off. She clawed and squirmed at whoever was holding her down.

"Let me go! I have to see Michael!" her eyes jumped around the room, trying to see.

"He's gone!" Katie screamed over Rylie's own voice, and pinned her down, trying to calm her nerves. "He's gone..." she said quietly once she succeeded in stilling Rylie.

 "No..." Rylie tried to release Katie's grip on her wrist. She finally gave up. "I need to see him..." she turned her head and sobbed in her pillow.

Katie let go of her wrist, and settled beside Rylie on the bed. "He's...dead." she told Rylie.

Rylie replied with a screech of crying, yelling, and trying to find breath.

"He's dead..." Katie repeated, trying to get it in her head.

Rylie somehow made it back home last night. She barely remembered it, but what kept her going was Michael. She knew he wouldn't have wanted her to lay in that meadow all night.

Rylie touched the necklace wrapped around her neck, and sighed. She felt the grooves on the music note, and thought of Michael.

"Why can't you just let me grieve?" Rylie looked at Katie and scowled.

"Because you don't need to!" Katie raised her voice. "I know you loved Michael! And I know you love Luke, but you need to know when enough is enough!"

"No!" Rylie hopped off her bed, and paced back and forth. She was so sick of everyone telling her what to do. If she wanted to jump off a cliff, they should just let her. "Stop pretending that you care! Let me hate myself!"

"This isn't your fault..." Katie stood up too, and tried to reason with her.

"Yes it is!" Rylie spat back. "My family hates me because I don't live up to their expectations! My ex-boyfriend was using my love to get a stupid song! My best friend is DEAD because of me! My life is falling apart, and I don't see why I should continue..." Ryle sat down, speaking the words she hadn't really thought about much. Her entire life was a waste, so why should she spend her days grieving? Why not just end the pain? Rylie never really thought about it before, but it was a very tempting idea.

Katie walked over to Rylie. "Don't talk like that..."

"You don't understand..." Rylie shook her head, and released a heavy sigh. She sat back down on the edge of the bed, and sat her hands in her lap. "You and mom are perfect. You don't understand the pain I go through."

"Yes I do..." Katie sat down beside her, and pushed her hair behind her shoulders. "You think mom and I are perfect? You're wrong..." Katie sighed, and glanced up at the wall. "I just found out about a month ago that Paul is not my father..."

"What?" Rylie looked at her sister with a serious expression.

"You're only my half sister." Katie laughed at the shocking news. "Turns out mom was a slut and screwed everybody. Who knows who my father is?" Katie shrugged, and bit on her lower lip, still astonished by the news.

Rylie was stunned. All this time, Katie and her didn't share the same dad. All the family vacations...all the memories...they had secrets within them.

"So mom was with another man before dad? Does he know you're not his?"

"Probably not!" Katie groaned with anger. "Mom is the most selfish, conceded, sluttiest person I know! Why would she tell dad...and did you know she slept with her boss to get a promotion?" Katie smirked. "She thought I didn't see the strange man leave her bedroom every morning." Katie shook her head back and forth.

Rylie wasn't surprised. Her mom was an evil person. She would do whatever...or whoever it takes to be at the top. She didn't deserve the success she had.

"All this time, I thought you and mom were two peas in a pod..." Rylie admitted. Katie was always trying to make mom happy, and suck up to her.

"I despise much as you." Katie clarified. "I just don't want to get on her bad side."

Rylie looked at her lap to think things over. She had been thinking all these false memories. She assumed before she knew for a fact. Turns out she was never the black sheep of the family; her mother treated everyone like scum. That was probably why Paul left.

So many unknown things came crashing down on Rylie. It was a lot to handle. Her sister was only partly her sister. They only shared half of the same blood. Her mother was a horrible excuse for a decent woman. Then again, Rylie already knew that.

After minutes of silence between the two, Rylie realized Katie was just as upset as she. It must have hurt so bad to find out after 21 years that the man thought to share your genetics turns out to be a phony too. If mom would've just been honest with them, things would've changed.

Rylie scooted closer to Katie, and wrapped her arms around Katie's side, offering comfort. Katie eventually hugged her back, and sat her head on Rylie's shoulder. Then, the tears came between the two of them. They cried for so many reasons, and soaked each other's shirts, but that was okay. They rarely hugged, and it was nice. It helped Rylie to know she wasn't alone. Everyone has breaking points.

Katie started to chuckle in Rylie's shirt. Rylie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but she continued to pat Katie's back.

"We are such a dysfunctional family." Katie said through her laugh, and Rylie nodded in agreement, feeling Katie's head right beside her.



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