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!

couldn’t even remember the last time I got this drunk. So, what was really going on

and tons of people rushed inside the room, taking pictures of us. They were journalists.

watched in horror as the room was suddenly

flashing and microphones thrusting towards my face.

your girlfriend, Luke? Are you two

to make sense of the chaos. “I don’t even know her name, “I replied, my

into the 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 death

you cheating on your girlfriend?” another

snapped, my frustration and anger bubbling over. “I don’t even know who this woman is!”

happen? How did I end up in bed with a complete stranger? I

alone,” I pleaded, gesturing towards the door. But the journalists refused to budge, continuing to snap photos and ask questions.

“Please, we don’t know

wanting to get every juicy detail of this supposed affair. I felt a surge of

people. Now get

a few more minutes of arguing and pleading, the journalists finally left, their cameras still clicking as they exited the room. I let out a

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this

out of bed and started pacing around the room, trying to make sense of the situation. The woman stood there, watching me with that sad

to happen,” she

was in a complete mess. I couldn’t even look at her without

walked towards her and pushed her off the bed. She let out

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

looked up at me with fear in her eyes. I could see the pain and confusion on her face. But I was definitely not going to feel

call that a face? It looks like someone took a sledgehammer to it!” I continued with