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against his chest. He stops pacing, his eyes forming slits as they peer into me with a dark, fierce glare.
“The baby. It may be his?” He g rowls. I look down at my hands shaking in my lap as tiny droplets of tears cover my shirt sleeve. “How the hell could you do that to me, Carly Jo? Damn it all to frickin’ hell don’t you even friggin’ care ‘bout me, ‘bout us? I don’t know what the hell it takes to prove to you that I regret every ounce of pain I caused you? You screwed that ass just to cut me, just to punish me for hurtin’ you.” He seethes, pacing the floor back and forth. “I can’t even stand to look at you right now. I swear to God, you wait until I get my hands on that prick. I’m done. I can’t keep doin’ this shit.” He says storming out the front door, not even giving me the chance to explain myself.
I jump up from the couch to chase behind him, but I’m too late. I get to the porch just in time to hear the tires squealing and to see the smoke rolling as the rubber burns against the asphalt. My brain switches to auto-pilot letting my heart take over. I drop to my knees on the cold wooden planks of the porch as my legs defy my weight. My chest heaves uncontrollably with chest wracking sobs. He finally left me .
As the cold night air seeps deep into my bones, I find the strength to crawl insi de. I search for my cell phone so I can call Luke. As mad as Colton was when he left, I’m sure Luke is in for an ass whoopin’. His line just rings, then goes to voicemail. Panic rips through my chest, worried about what Colton may do. I lay down on the couch, curling my legs into my chest, pressing redial repeatedly, but Luke’s line still goes to voicemail. I dial Colton’s cell phone and it goes to voicemail also. Giving up, I let my heart take over my mind, emotions consuming me as I cry myself to sleep.
A pounding on the front door startles me from my sleep. I pounce up quickly, uns teady on my feet. I make my way to the door, pulling it open slowly to find Luke. I take a step back, making room for him to walk inside. Rubbing my heavy lids I try to focus on Luke’s face. I’m in a foggy, sleep laden haze, but his face looks distorted. When he’s in the light, I gasp, cupping my hands over my mouth as I take in his battered face. “Oh Luke, what the hell happened?”
“ I’m fine beauts. Came by to check on you. I’m guessin’ you and him had that same talk tonight that we had today?” He asks, motioning from him to me.
“ He did this to you?” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
“ Yeah, but it’s nothin’ I couldn’t handle.” Luke says, taking a seat on the couch, propping his leg up on his knee.
“Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“It’s just a few cuts and bruises, Carly. Trust me, he got his.” He spits between his teeth.
“Ah shit, at least let me clean you up, and you can tell me what happened.” I toss back over my shoulder, making my way to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Walking back into the living room, I pull the coffee table close to the couch, and motion for Luke to lean towards me so I can clean the cuts. There is a laceration over his left eye, swollen and black. Another small laceration on his chin, and across the bridge of his nose. If Luke looks this rough, I dread seeing what Colton looks like. They are both big, strong men, and I can’t begin to imagine who packs the more fierce punch. “Go on, talk.” I tell him, swiping an alcohol pad over the cuts. He winces as the cold liquid seeps into the cut.
“ I woke up to the sound of metal grindin’ against metal. I walked outside to see him backin’ over top of my bike, and crushin’ into my truck. I ran inside to pull on my shoes, but he jumped from the truck and literally ripped the damn screen door from the hinges to get inside. We fought, tore shit all to pieces, but when my old man heard what was happenin’, he pulled Colton off of me. He left and that was
“The baby. It may be his?” He g rowls. I look down at my hands shaking in my lap as tiny droplets of tears cover my shirt sleeve. “How the hell could you do that to me, Carly Jo? Damn it all to frickin’ hell don’t you even friggin’ care ‘bout me, ‘bout us? I don’t know what the hell it takes to prove to you that I regret every ounce of pain I caused you? You screwed that ass just to cut me, just to punish me for hurtin’ you.” He seethes, pacing the floor back and forth. “I can’t even stand to look at you right now. I swear to God, you wait until I get my hands on that prick. I’m done. I can’t keep doin’ this shit.” He says storming out the front door, not even giving me the chance to explain myself.
I jump up from the couch to chase behind him, but I’m too late. I get to the porch just in time to hear the tires squealing and to see the smoke rolling as the rubber burns against the asphalt. My brain switches to auto-pilot letting my heart take over. I drop to my knees on the cold wooden planks of the porch as my legs defy my weight. My chest heaves uncontrollably with chest wracking sobs. He finally left me .
As the cold night air seeps deep into my bones, I find the strength to crawl insi de. I search for my cell phone so I can call Luke. As mad as Colton was when he left, I’m sure Luke is in for an ass whoopin’. His line just rings, then goes to voicemail. Panic rips through my chest, worried about what Colton may do. I lay down on the couch, curling my legs into my chest, pressing redial repeatedly, but Luke’s line still goes to voicemail. I dial Colton’s cell phone and it goes to voicemail also. Giving up, I let my heart take over my mind, emotions consuming me as I cry myself to sleep.
A pounding on the front door startles me from my sleep. I pounce up quickly, uns teady on my feet. I make my way to the door, pulling it open slowly to find Luke. I take a step back, making room for him to walk inside. Rubbing my heavy lids I try to focus on Luke’s face. I’m in a foggy, sleep laden haze, but his face looks distorted. When he’s in the light, I gasp, cupping my hands over my mouth as I take in his battered face. “Oh Luke, what the hell happened?”
“ I’m fine beauts. Came by to check on you. I’m guessin’ you and him had that same talk tonight that we had today?” He asks, motioning from him to me.
“ He did this to you?” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
“ Yeah, but it’s nothin’ I couldn’t handle.” Luke says, taking a seat on the couch, propping his leg up on his knee.
“Do you need to go to the hospital?”
“It’s just a few cuts and bruises, Carly. Trust me, he got his.” He spits between his teeth.
“Ah shit, at least let me clean you up, and you can tell me what happened.” I toss back over my shoulder, making my way to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Walking back into the living room, I pull the coffee table close to the couch, and motion for Luke to lean towards me so I can clean the cuts. There is a laceration over his left eye, swollen and black. Another small laceration on his chin, and across the bridge of his nose. If Luke looks this rough, I dread seeing what Colton looks like. They are both big, strong men, and I can’t begin to imagine who packs the more fierce punch. “Go on, talk.” I tell him, swiping an alcohol pad over the cuts. He winces as the cold liquid seeps into the cut.
“ I woke up to the sound of metal grindin’ against metal. I walked outside to see him backin’ over top of my bike, and crushin’ into my truck. I ran inside to pull on my shoes, but he jumped from the truck and literally ripped the damn screen door from the hinges to get inside. We fought, tore shit all to pieces, but when my old man heard what was happenin’, he pulled Colton off of me. He left and that was
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