I wake up in the arms of the blonde boy that lives across the bathroom. It takes me a second before remembering that I woke up in tears last night so I walked over to Luke's room after throwing on one of Calum's sweaters. He didn't even question me slipping into his bed at 2 in the morning. He wrapped his arms around me and went back to sleep.

This had become a bit of a routine, at least once a week I would wake up crying and go to Luke's room. And I would sleep like a baby until the next morning. I almost always wake up at 9 am sharp every morning. There are a few exceptions, but not many. I was woken up at 9 every morning while in captivity, and it's like it affected my body clock, or it's ingrained in my head.

I roll out of Luke's bed, and make my way to our conjoined bathrooms. I brush my teeth as I see Luke's half asleep figure is trying to wake up. Luke's zombie-like figure walks into the bathroom after I'm spitting out the toothpaste in my mouth. "Well you look attractive in the mornings, don't ya Lil?"

I punch his shoulder as I say something incoherent under my breath. "Oh and is that Calum's sweatshirt you're wearing?" He continues to tease me.

I'm growing more and more agitated as he continues to tease me. "Yeah! It is! He's my boyfriend so that's not really all that weird!"

What Luke says next sends me of the edge, "Don't get so upset! There's no need for you to be so sensitive!"

"Actually Luke, I don't know if you remember but I was kidnapped for 10 years! And I thought me being sensitive was a very small price to pay to have me back and alive! You have no idea what it was like to be there! He didn't give me much water and he only fed me once every other day! IT WAS AWFUL AND YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO CALL ME SENSITIVE! I'VE SEEN SOME SHIT; I'VE BEEN THROUGH SOME SHIT! SO I'M GONNA NEED YOU TO BACK THE HELL OFF! HAVE YOU EVER BEEN KIDNAPPED OR MISSING? NO, YOU HAVEN'T." I pause to breathe before speaking quietly, "So you don't know what it was like. He raped me, Luke. Look me in the eyes and call me sensitive again, knowing everything I've been through. You can't do it, can you?"

I give Luke a minute to register and say something but when he doesn't, I say, "What? Why aren't you saying anything?! Stop being so sensitive." Having made my point, I storm out of my room, and walk down the hall into the living room where I find Mom and Dad watching tv.

Before I can say anything Mom looks at me concerned, "Was that you and Luke fighting? Is everything alright."

No, everything is not alright. I told him a secret I didn't ever want to have to tell him. I yelled at him. I fought with my best friend, my other half. I don't know what to do, but instead of telling her all of this, I lie. "Oh, yeah. Everything's fine. It was a small argument." I fight the tears in my eyes as I say, "Can I go over to Eliza's today?"

Mom shrugs as she says, "Sure, honey. I'll see you later." I nod, and walk out the door. I'm at Eliza's doorway before I think about the fact that I should've asked before randomly came over to her house. I call her, standing on her doorstep.

"Hey Lili, what's up?"

"I'm sorry, but something happened at home with Luke and I didn't know who else to go to. So I'm kinda on your doorstep right now. I hope that's okay."

Within a few moments, the door is pulled open and I see a frazzled, sleepy Eliza open the door. She immediately opens her arms to hug me. We stand there for a moment, door open. Eventually, we walk into the house and close the door behind us.

She grabs ice cream and other junk foods, and I tell her everything. I don't leave out anything that happened with Luke, I tell her about the rape, and everything I hid from my mom to get out of the house. Everything feels fresh as I sob about it all again. I'm sure I'm not a pretty crier so I must've been an awful sight.

When I've gotten out everything I could say and cried every tear I possibly can, she holds me against her as we lay on her bed. We don't talk, and she doesn't have to, to prove that she cares and might not understand, but is there for me. She runs her fingers through my hair in an effort to soothe me, but the tears keep coming. I don't know where they're all coming from. It doesn't take long for exhaustion to overtake me although it's only 3 in the afternoon.

I'm in the space between sleep and awareness, as I hear Eliza arguing with someone. The someone I realize is Luke. I don't know what time it is or what's going on, and I can barely hear their hushed voices arguing.

"She came to me, Luke, to me. I didn't kidnap her from your house. I didn't tell her to fight with you and come over to spend the day with me."

"You should have told me! She ran out of the house and I didn't know where she went—"

"She told your mom. She knew, and she knew she was fine."

"She was not fine! We both know she was not fine!"

"Yeah, and she was 'not fine' because of you."

After hearing this, I decide I don't want to wake up and deal with everything. So I flip over to get more comfortable and make some sleep noises like grunting or something, and I fall back asleep.