Cruel

Ru knew the world was cruel; she learned that the hard way. She thought that she was the only one, but when she met Luke Hemmings and then Calum Hood, everything changed.

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11. 10.

Chapter 10

 

Month 15. Day 20. Continued x3

 

I try to pull Luke back out the front door before my mother finds out we’re here, but he’s way too strong.

 

“Where’s your room?” he asks, way too loud, and I shake my head fast. We need to get out of here. “Ru, come on. Where’s your room?”

 

“Ruthanne, is that you?” my mother yells from somewhere in the house and I cringe. “Ruthanne!?”

 

Luke turns to me and his mouth forms into an O. He whispers to me, “I forgot you live here with your mom.” I facepalm, literally, and roll my eyes.

 

“Ruthanne?” my mother calls out again and I groan, dragging Luke into the living room. “Oh, hi Ruthanne. Who do you have here? Is this your new friend?” I go to grab my notebook from my pocket, but Luke beats me into introductions.

 

“Hello, ma’am, I’m Luke Hemmings. I’m Ru’s friend.” he holds his hand out for her to shake, and surprisingly, she does.

 

“Hello, Luke. It’s very nice to meet you. I haven’t met a friend of Ruthanne’s in such a long time. It’s nice to see she actually has a friend still.” she laughs awkwardly, as if she doesn’t know what to do. From the sight of Luke’s body tensing, I can tell he’s irritated with her comment.

 

“Well I am very much Ru’s friend.” Luke states and I watch as he clenches his jaw. I take his hand and squeeze it and he turns his attention to me.

 

“Ruthanne?” my mother asks and we both look back to her. “Can I talk to your friend alone for a minute?” I look up at Luke to see if he’s okay with it, and when he nods his head, I slowly walk out of the room. Wanting to hear what she’s saying to him, I press my back to the wall, and listen.

 

“Has she talked to you?” my mother asks Luke.

 

“No ma’am, she hasn’t.”

 

“Do you know why she’s… like this? Do you know why she ran away? Has she given you any information at all?” My mother’s voice is desperate, but I pray with everything I have that Luke doesn’t tell her anything.

 

“Ma’am, I’m not at liberty to tell you anything that Ru may or may have not told me. In my opinion, if she wants you to know, she’ll tell you herself.”

 

I hear my mother gasp at his answer, and I roll my eyes at her dramatics. “As her mother, I need to know these things, Lucas.”

 

“It’s Luke.” is all Luke says. I hear him start to walk out of the room. “Oh, and maybe if you stop calling her Ruthanne, you could have a relationship with her.”

 

As if he knows I’ve been standing here, he walks from the living room and grabs my wrist, pulling me upstairs. He peeks in each door we pass and when we get to my room, he pulls me inside.

 

“No door?” he asks and I shake my head. “What the hell? Do you ever get to get away from her?” I shake my head again and plop down on my bed, laying back. Luke lays down next to me and we both stare at the ceiling.

 

“Is she always like that?” he asks and I respond with a nod. “After my mom found out what happened to me, she didn’t talk to me for like a month. Everytime she looked at me, she would just burst into tears and wouldn’t stop for hours. She hated that she couldn’t tell what my uncle was doing to me.”

 

“My mother doesn’t know what happened to me.” I text him and when he reads it, he turns his head to look at me.

 

“You didn’t tell her?” he asks and I shake my head.

 

“She thought I ran away after my parents announced their divorce. I let her think that so she didn’t have to know what really happened.”

 

“What did happen?” he asks once he reads the text. I shake my head, not wanting to talk about this here. Not with my mother somewhere in the house; she was probably standing outside my room, listening to us. “Ru, you can tell me. I’m not going to judge you. I mean, hell, how can I guy that got molested by his uncle judge anyone?”

 

“I don’t want to say anything here. She might be listening. And it’s not something I want to type out in a text.”

 

“You mean you’d actually talk to me? Like, actually use words that like, come from your voice box?” I smile at his excitement and nod my head. “Why? Why me?”

 

“You told me your story; and I trust you not to tell anyone. You didn’t tell my mom about the few words I have said or that I laughed. If you kept that without knowing my reasons to be silent, then I trust you not to tell anyone what happened to me.”

 

“It’s not my business to tell.” is his reply. I nod and we lay there in silence for the rest of the time.

 

After a year in therapy, I finally trust someone.

 
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