Fault

We spent the next few hours boogie boarding, making out, and building sandcastles. We had finally caught a moment alone.

"Why can't you just open up," he said, sitting on the green beach towel.

"Look, Luke," I explained, "I may be pretty on the outside, but it's dark, a- and broken on the inside."

"But why," he whined.

"I can't tell you," I sighed.

"Show me," he said, "the inside."

I stood up and sat in the car.

"What the hell?" Luke shouted, "what did I do?"

He grabbed my wrist firmly. He felt my scars on them.

"Why," he asked, "I-."

He pulled up my wrist and studied the cuts. He kissed each one, which was a lot.

"I'm sorry," I stuttered.

He put a finger over my mouth. Luke put my head on his shoulder. I could tell he was crying. I was crying too.

"Just promise me," he whimpered, "you won't do it again."

"I promise," I promised.

We stayed in that pose for a moment before he packed up our things.

"It's getting late," he says, pacing back and forth.

I started the car and put on some soft music. Luke finished packing up the car. He pulled out of the beach area and then got on the highway. It was silent for a long time.

"So," I gulped, "where are we going now?"

"We are going to the motel for now," he sighed, "then we are going somewhere secret."

"Everything is a secret suddenly," I giggled.

He nodded and looked beyond the dash. He was mad at me. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say. He was still going to be mad. I rested my head on the window.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Why," he asked.

"I'm not stupid," I snapped, "you are mad at me."

"I'm not mad," Luke snapped back, "I'm just confused and mad at myself."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I don't know why in the world you would do that," he yelled, "and it's probably my fault too."

"Why would it be your fault?" I asked.

"Explain the new ones then," he demanded.

I fell silent.

"I'm not stupid either," he ended.

It was mainly because I was mad that I was cheating.

"It's not you-" I tried to say.

"It's not you it's me," he rolled his eyes.

I said nothing the rest of the way home. I grabbed a pair of headphones and blasted music.

10 minutes later, he laid his hand on my thigh. "I'm sorry," Luke sighed. I pretended not to hear him. By that time, we arrived at the motel.

"Me too," I apologize, I can't stay like this, bundled up in my tears. Blood. It will create more blood stains on the bathroom floor.

He pulled his wheel down lower. Luke reached one arm underneath my legs and the other behind my neck. Like holding a baby. He pulled me onto his lap.

He planted soft kisses up and down my neck. He reached my mouth. I grip his bottom lip with my teeth gently.

"I love you no matter what," Luke pulls away. I pulled his head toward mine again.