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.


18. 17.

Chapter 17


Month 16. Day 17.


Luke and I are home alone. Ashton and Michael are at work and Calum is at therapy. Luke is teaching me how to play the guitar. I’ve learned a little bit, but the guitar really isn’t my thing. After an hour, I decide to quit.


“I’m bored.” I say, making Luke laugh.


“No shit, you’ve been bored this whole time. I could tell.”


I shrug. “You seemed like you were pretty into it so I just let you keep going.”


Luke kisses my head. “Well I appreciate that, thanks.” I giggle and move off of his lap, grabbing my phone. Seeing as my only friend is sitting next to me, I have no text messages, which is pretty annoying.


“Why doesn’t anyone text me?” I whine, laying back on the bed.


Luke chuckles, “I do.”


I roll my eyes playfully. “You don’t count. You’re sitting next to me.”


He fakes hurt. “How sad.” I smile and the conversation dies out.


Luke lays down next to me and wraps his arm around my waist. I look at him and raise an eyebrow.


“We need to talk,” he says and I tense up. He doesn’t wait for me to respond. “I think you should go back to see June. I think you should talk to her about what happened to you and get the help that you deserve.”


I stay quiet and stare at the ceiling.


He sighs. “Don’t go back to being silent. Please, Ru. I just want my best friend to be able to be happy. And talking to June might help.” He brushes a piece of hair off of my forehead. “I want you to be able to be okay when you talk about it.”


“I am perfectly fine talking about it. And I am happy. So there’s no need for me to go see June. I don’t like June; I don’t feel safe around June. And besides, this is none of your business. If I felt like I needed to go back to therapy, I would go.”


“You don’t have to see June,” he says. “We could go to a different therapist.”


I look at him. “We? We? Luke, this has nothing to do with you. If you feel like you need to go back to therapy to talk about what happened to you, then you do that.”


“No, Ru. You need to go back to therapy, not me.”


I sit up. “You’re kidding me, right? You know, you’re really starting to act like my mother and I really don’t like this side of you. I moved to get away from one tyrant, I don’t need to be controlled by another.”


“So now I’m a tyrant for caring?” He asks, making me roll my eyes.


“No, but if you keep trying to tell me what to do, you will be.”


“I was just trying to help you, Ru.”


I stand up, throwing my hands in the air. “I don’t need help! I’m perfectly fine! I’m a lot more happy now than I have been in over a year!”


He rolls his eyes. “You’re happy because you’ve pushed what happened to the back of your mind. You can’t be fully happy until you’re able to laugh about what happened!”


I laugh bitterly. “Laugh about it? Laugh!? Do you think kidnap and rape are funny concepts? I see nothing funny about either of those. I see nothing funny about those fourteen days that I was held captive, starved, and raped. If you see something funny about that, then YOU are the one who needs therapy.”


“The fact that you’re freaking out on me right now proves that I’m right.”


I groan and storm out of the room, muttering curse words under my breath.


After a year in therapy, I want to strangle my best friend.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...