The Love From Vengeance

134 HOW WE COLLIDED

LUKE’S POV

EIGHT YEARS AGO

I woke up to the sound of the birds chirping and the sun shining through the window. As I slowly opened my eyes, I felt a weight on my chest and saw a woman lying next to me in bed. My heart stopped as I realized that we were both half–naked.

Confusion and panic flooded my mind as I tried to remember what happened the previous night. I had gone out with my friends for a few drinks, but everything was a blur after that. I couldn’t recall how I ended up in bed with this woman.

I let out a gasp and quickly sat up, causing the woman to stir a little bit. She didn’t wake up, and my mind wasn’t settled about this one. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was completely unaware of this woman, including her name, and it is beyond my comprehension how we ended up in the same bed. My mind was racing with questions and frustration.

“What the hell is going on?” I yelled, my voice filled with intense rage, because this was just so fucked up!”

The woman sat up immediately and looked at me in shock. She scanned the room, making a confused face, and she gasped immediately.

“Where am I?” she asked, her voice now filled with worry. And then she glanced back at me. “And who are you?”

“Who am I? Are you crazy right now?! I don’t remember anything from last night. How did you end up in my bed?” I demanded.

The woman’s expression turned serious as she realized the situation. But she was still looking confused as she drove her hands through her hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Aren’t you going to answer my question? How the frick did you end up in my goddamn bed?!” I snapped.

“I have no idea, okay? I genuinely have no idea how I got here,” she answered, and it seemed like she was about to burst into tears. But I wasn’t going to care one bit. Hell no!

reckless in my life. I couldn’t even remember the last time I got this drunk. So, what was

people rushed inside the room, taking pictures

in horror as the room was suddenly filled with journalists, their

microphones thrusting

this your girlfriend, Luke? Are you two in

don’t even know her name, “I replied, my voice trembling with anger and

bed, her eyes wide with shock and fear. I could see tears starting to form in her eyes. Bullshit! I feel like choking her to

this some kind of scandal, Lukel? Are you cheating on your girlfriend?” another journalist asked, pushing

and anger bubbling over. “I don’t

thrown at me, and I could feel my head spinning. How did this happen? How did I end up in bed with a complete stranger? I could see the headlines now:

gesturing towards the door. But the journalists refused to budge, continuing to snap photos and ask

finally spoke up, her voice shaking. “Please, we don’t know what’s going

wanting to get every juicy detail of this supposed affair. I felt a surge of protectiveness towards the woman, and I scooted closer to her, draping an arm around her

you, people. Now get out!” I

clicking as they exited the room. I let out a deep breath, my heart still racing

up at me, her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to

the

so sorry; I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she continued apologizing, with her eyes still filled with

that I was

She let out a scream as she fell to the ground, hitting her head on the

to calm myself down. Should I even feel guilty that I had just done that? I had never been a violent person,

pain and confusion on her face. But

pretty, huh? You call that a face? It looks like someone took