Luke and Violet - S01 E33

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Luke and Violet - S01 E33

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 33

"He's waking up! Mom, Dad he's up!!"

I hear a bunch of commotion and open my eyes. The room is very bright. I look around me. I'm in a gown lying in bed. I feel my ribs, which felt sore. They were bandaged. I feel my forehead, as it's wrapped around with some kind of bandage or gauze as well. I'm in a hospital. My last memory being passing out after Clark attacked me at the mall.

"Oh Thank God Luke!"

I see my parents rush to my bedside with a look of relief flooded on their faces.

"How long have I been out?"

My mom smiles at me with a look of concern and relief. She rubs the back of my head.

"Luke it's been three days. You have a pretty nasty concussion. Your ribs are badly bruised. You also have a black eye."

Before I can say anything, my dad speaks up.

"Luke, what HAPPENED to you?!?!

A Good Samaritan at the mall found you by your car completely passed out from the injuries you received and called the cops!"

I remember what Clark told me to say and tell my parents that I was mugged by sorne thugs in ski masks wanting the cash in my wallet. Before I could get away, they ambushed and attacked me. I also told them that I did not want to press charges.

Both my parents and siblings in the room were surprised that I didn't want to do anything about what happened to me.

My dad tried to convince me otherwise, but then let it go. They were just all so relieved that was okay.

The next day, I'm discharged from the hospital and given some pre***********ion medication for my concussion and given a follow-up appointment a couple of weeks from now to make sure everything is ok. The local police were just as shocked as my parents that I refused to press charges. After I gave my statement of who my alleged "attackers" were, they told me to call them if I decided to change my mind or if I had any additional details to add to the report. With that, they let me be. I got home, and began to rest up and recover.

ONE WEEK LATER....

My recovery process was going well. The swelling in my brain was going down from my concussion. I was not nauseous or dizzy anymore from basic activities like walking around. My ribs are still bruised but the soreness went away. My eye was still a little blackened from getting kicked hard in the face. I spent the last few days mostly resting up and drinking plenty of water, i was told by the doctor that hydration was key in the recovery process. I had Jacob come visit me. Even Tim and Ethan drove down from San Francisco to visit me! All of them just could not believe that I was mugged. Jacob seemed to be the only one though not really believing my story. And for a good reason too. He was not parked that far away from me in the parking lot when he left the mall AND he already knows of Clark and how jealous he is. Luckily, he never asked me questions or questioned my story. Eventually I'm strong enough to step out of the house and run some errands for my family. Through all the chaos and shit I been through the last week after the incident at the mall, I never heard from or have seen the Taylors. My dad gave me a "Get Well" card from them that was in the mailbox. That's all got. knew Clark had to be behind that so he could stay on the down-low and not get caught. If only that asshole knew how bad I wanted to kill him! My parents eventually stopped asking me about what happened and why I didn't want to press charges. Even though they gave up, I could tell they were both still very concerned about me. My siblings too were concerned saying I was acting very "weird and secretive" about the whole situation. I told them all I just wanted to move on and that was that. They all eventually dropped the subject and let me be.

ONE WEEK LATER....

I get home after working out at the gym. My strength has returned and I'm able to do some weight training. When I get out of the shower, I get a text from an anonymous phone number.

It reads:

"Hey Luke, it's Violet! We need to talk! I heard that you're doing better now and I'm glad! I'm texting you through a prepaid phone I bought to avoid Clark finding out. I know he's tracking me! I need you to meet up with me at a secure location on the other side of town.

Do not worry about Clark, he's out of town. Please, it's urgent".