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Twenty-Nine: a man can only take so much

As soon as Lukas opened the door, appearing in black shorts and a light grey T-shirt, his hair wet, I pulled myself together and I sprinted past him until I relieved my stomach by spilling its contents in the toilet, hurling my guts out. Freaking embarrassing. "I'm never drinking again!" I yelled, tears welling at the corners of my eyes before another wave hit the back of my throat.

"Sssh it's okay." I heard Lukas whisper as I felt his hand caringly stroke my back before his hands made their way to my hair, gently pulling it away from my face as one last dose of vodka found its way back up and into the toilet. At last, I coughed, and no other waves came, much to my relief because this wasn't how I want Lukas to remember me by. "Come here, just sit back a minute." He said pulling me back, letting me melt against his chest as my head fell back in the hollow of his neck.

I was sitting between his legs on the cold tile floor of his bathroom, yet my skin was flaming, not entirely sure whether it was the alcohol or because he was so close to me again. Probably because of him cause I'm pretty sure all the alcohol just got exorcised out of my body! He pushed my hair off my damp forehead, letting his hand linger for a minute while his other hand wrapped around me, pulling me close to him. He can't stay away from me, no matter how hard he tries. I would know, he has that same effect on me.

"Lukas, are you officially hugging me? Is badass, coldhearted, mister steal your girl Lukas, hugging a girl. Someone, call the papers, Lukas is hugging a girl." I teased him like he never hugged me before, but I needed something funny to get my ass out of this awkward post vomit situation.

"Shut up, I'm just keeping you from falling face down in the toilet." He whispered in my ear, his sweet breath blowing through my hair.

"Yeah right... you are so hugging me." I teased again. Stage five, afterdrunk, teasing to make possible witnesses forget your lowest point in life.

"Nope, I'm not." He said, pulling me even closer to him and I could feel his lips curve against the delicate skin behind my ear.

"Yes, you are Luke admit it." I said caressing his forearm around my waist, my fingers trailing over one of his tattoos.

"Miss Isabella, I will deny every allegation you are stating against me. I am not hugging, nor will I ever hug you. I officially on record state I am just trying to save your drunk ass." He laughs but before I knew it, I entered stage six of Isabella being drunk, anger. Let's hope it's a short one.

"Fine, fine then let go of me if you're not hugging me." I said angry trying to wiggle out of his arms. "Will never hug me, my ass." I mutter under my breath as I stand up and walk back to his room, my legs still feeling like cooked noodles.

"What was that?" He said confused, quickly following me. "What have I done now?" He raised his voice, throwing his hands in the air frustrated before one tugged at his wet hair.

"Nothing I'm just drunk, I have never been drunk. I never would have taken those shots, if I knew being drunk meant I had to ride a rollercoaster of emotions. It sucks!" I ranted, my tongue struggling to push out the words at the speed they did. "Do you have an extra toothbrush." Really? That's what you decide to say next. What's wrong with you. I'm so stopping you if you ever try to down a bottle of vodka. My conscious lectured me and I wanted to punch myself in the face.

"Bells, you are truly something else." Lukas chuckled before planting a kiss on my forehead, leaving me while grabbing what I think is a toothbrush from the bathroom. Bells, Bells, What's that? A new nickname.? Well it has a nice ring to it... Omg my conscious did not just make a silly joke about that. I'm so rolling my eyes at myself!

After Lukas returned with a toothbrush, I went to brush my teeth, and gosh did I brush them like I was brushing away my sins. I was almost finished splashing some cold water in my face when I felt a presence behind me. When I got back up, drying my face with a towel I saw Lukas standing behind me in the mirror, his hand nervously going through his hair.

"Is something wrong?" I asked him, worried about what he was going to answer.

"Bells, something has been nagging me ever since you got out of the car, clearly upset. Something about what you said about your parents..?" He whispered like he was almost afraid to ask, tugging at the roots of his hair, his eyes filled with compassion, pity maybe. Oh crap, here they are... the questions I was dreading.

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