What Goes Around Comes Back Around

Peyton and I headed back to the hotel after we ate and hung around town for a while. We heard laughter coming from the boys room, the door wasn’t fully closed. Peyton pushed through the door; they were all running around, pillows in their hand. Luke and Sapphire were missing and I didn’t feel like mingling in with all this joy.

‘I’m going to our room’ I said to Peyton, she just nodded and joined the others.

I headed out of the boys room and bumped into Luke, he smiled down at me, but though his smile didn’t feel real and sincere.

‘sorry’ he apologized

‘no worries’ I shrugged it off and kept on walking. I opened the door to our room with the key card and found Saph on the couch asleep. Snuggled up with a bunch of pillows, I spotted a blanket and covered her up; she looked a bit cold to be honest.

I headed into my room and grabbed my notebook; I opened it recognizing the handwriting, which clearly wasn’t mine. It was Luke’s, why did he write it this? Did he read this? It was not his business to be writing in my notebook nor reading it. my body started shaking with anger; I held my notebook tightly in my hands and rushed out of my room, barging through the door of the boys.

‘LUKE!!!’ I yelled on top of my lungs, the laughter and giggles had stopped and I heard an uh-oh from someone.

‘what?’ he asked, clearly annoyed, he had no business to be annoyed with me. his face appeared to me and his expression softened ‘sorry thought you were Kara’

‘WHY SHOULD YOU THINK I AM KARA?’

‘you sounded like her for a minute’

‘DON’T COMPARE ME TO HER’ I yelled, getting in his face

‘what do you want?’ he asked being slightly confused to my anger

‘WHY DID YOU WRITE IN MY NOTEBOOK YOU ASSHOLE?’

‘I told you it wasn’t a good idea’ I heard Michael state from further down the hotel room

‘I don’t know, I had an idea and thought it was a good idea to put it in your notebook’

‘did you read any of it?’ I asked through gritted teeth

‘N-Nooo…’ he stuttered

‘you are lying Luke, why are you lying in my face? Don’t I mean anything to you that you just straight up lie all the freaking time’ I punched his chest and I punched again and again. He grabbed my wrists as I was about to burst out into tears.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry for whoever hurt you that much’

‘IT WAS YOU’ I yelled ‘IT WAS ALL YOU, YOU STILL DON’T GET THAT?’

‘I’m sorry’ he apologized again, trying to pull me close, but I struggled to get out of his grip

‘it wasn’t yours to read or write…now, let me go’ I demanded and he did ‘DON’T EVER TOUCH MY STUFF AGAIN OR I WILL HAVE THEM TAKE YOUR HEAD’

I practically ran out of the room and out of the hotel, the notebook still in my hands, tightly pressed against my chest. I ended up a nearby park and cried a little more, before opening the book and started writing in it.

Notes

Another update...YAY!!!

Enjoy and sorry it's super short