After that there was no vow.
After that there was no trust.
After that there was no love.

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Luke's Point Of View

I put my arm out to feel her body next to me. But there's nothing, just air.

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I lift up onto my elbows. "Sierra?" I call but the room is still dark and there's no sound or movement. Did she go somewhere? Dammit. I was supposed to stay awake to watch her.

Leaping out of bed, I grab my t-shirt off the floor and pull it over my head. I open the curtains, squinting at the sunlight and walk towards the bathroom to check if she's in there. Maybe she's taking a bath? I tap on the door but there's no sound. "Sierra?" I call again but pause when I hear whispers coming from outside the hotel room door.

Walking towards it, I swing open the door and step out. The first thing I see is a blonde head of hair, his head bent over a brunette, his lips attached to hers.

"Sierra?" Disbelief sets in as she pushes away from the guy.

"Luke—" She begins, her eyes starting to panic. Words and pointless explanations start to pour out of her mouth but I don't hear them. The blonde piece of shit turns around to see who interrupted them. Ross.

We warned you

"It's not what it looks like, Luke." I hear Sierra reason.

In one stride I'm in his face and grabbing him by his collar. I'm going to bruise those lips of his today. Does he think he can kiss her while I was sleeping just ten feet away?

"Bro, I didn't know you were in her room," Ross says, bewildered.

"I don't fucking care. You picked the wrong time and day." I hiss at him

"Luke you don't have to do this. Luke stop!" I hear Sierra's warning voice. She's a liar too.

Everyone lies to me.

My fist connects with his jaw and my vision tints with red. The blood pounds in my ears and I feel my muscles strain and relax when I punch him harder.

That's it. Let it out.

You let another bitch deceive you. You could have fucked her and left her broken.

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Luke grabs Ross by the collar and pummels into his jaw. A shout leaves me when his head snaps back at the force of Luke's blow.

"Luke! Stop!" I try to pull Luke off of Ross but he doesn't feel my hands on him. Luke rears back for a second and I jump back thinking he's going to hit me too. But he doesn't pay any attention to me, punching Ross in the stomach.

"Someone help!" I shout again, flinching at the sight of Ross's already bloody nose. Luke pushes him onto the ground and straddles his body, his knees pressing down on the other boys hands so he can't get a punch in. If I don't stop this now he's going to kill Ross.

I run to the door in front of me and knock furiously. "Someone help!" Luke is too strong for me. He will easily push me away if I get in between them.

The door opens and a middle-aged man runs out, a bathrobe tied around his body.

"Please help me! Please get him off!" I beg the guy and he takes in the scene with a shocked expression, moving towards the two boys rolling around on the ground. Ross is now on top of Luke but I can see he's already bruised badly when Luke pushes him off like a rag doll.

The lift opens and two guys step out. One of them is Michael. "Mikey! Stop him!" I shout, relief filling me at the sight of him.

"Luke? What the fuck!" Michael shouts at them, running out of the elevator and straight at them.

"Get off me!" Luke roars at Michael when he pulls him off of Ross, restraining him against the wall. Luke kicks and punches Michael too.

The other man that I asked for help from is holding a bleeding Ross back, his face is a disaster, blood dripping onto his torn white t-shirt.

"Oh god, oh god," I whisper to myself, clutching at my chest. Why is this happening? Why is this happening?

"I'm gonna fucking kill you! Get off me Michael or I'll kill you too!" Luke roars again, doors along the corridor open and people rush out to see what the commotion is about. Their eyes go from a furious Luke to a bruised Ross and then to me losing my shit, collapsed against the wall for support. I almost laugh out loud at the disastrous events that are my life.

Michael pushes Luke harder against the wall and whispers something harshly to him that I don't hear. Luke stops fighting him but still glares at Ross like he wants to rip his head off his body. Michael pushes Luke into the room, holding his hands behind him before he can get away and cause any more trouble.

"Ross—" I move towards him. His face is bruised heavily and my heart falters when he looks up at me. Riker is next to him now, a furious expression on his face as he wipes the dripping blood from under his brother's nose with his t-shirt. He was probably in one of the rooms on this floor.

"Don't." Ross breathes out heavily, putting his hand up to stop me from coming near him.

"I am so sorry. Are you okay?" I ask, of course, he's not okay. His lip is busted and parts of his face are already turning blue.

He laughs bitterly. "It's not your fault. That was going to happen sometime. But you could have told me he was in there, sleeping in your bed."

"You didn't—" I start but he cuts me off rudely and walks away, turning a corner.

You didn't give me a chance to tell you it's not my fault that you kissed me.

It is your fault. You should have stayed in bed.

Hotel security comes up the elevators and Riker goes up to them, trying to drive them away. A loud bang followed by something shattering comes from my room and I whip around to rush inside, apologising to the people outside their rooms for all the noise. I ignore their sympathetic looks and shut the door behind me.

Luke and Michael are yelling at each other. The mattress that was on the bed is now turned upside down and there is a shattered lamp near the wall. Pillows and sheets are thrown all over the room and there is glass inside mine and Addy's suitcases and all over my things.

Both of them stop their heated conversation to look at me and I all but freeze on the spot. No thought in my head is clear right now. There is just too much happening but all I feel is the betrayal. I feel like I have betrayed Luke and that Ross has betrayed me. I never expected that to happen, I never expected Ross to kiss me and Luke to see it. I don't feel even the slightest bit of affection for Ross that way, not the way I feel for Luke.

"What happened here? He won't tell me." Michael rolls his eyes, running a hand through his hair. Never have I been this grateful for someone's presence. If he hadn't shown up when he did, this would have ended in an even terrible way. I don't think anyone could have calmed Luke enough to get him in the room and away from Ross.

"She was kissing that fucking bastard in the hallway when I walked in on them," Luke shouts. "That's what happened!"

"I did not kiss him, Luke. He kissed me and you happened to walk out at the same time. Don't take it in the wrong way!" I try to defend myself.

Even if I am telling the truth, deep down, I can feel that this isn't going to end well. The look on his face says he won't believe a thing I say.

"There you go man, he kissed her. It was just a kiss. Calm the fuck down bro." Michael puts a hand on his shoulder but he shrugs it away.

"Get out," Luke demands and I take a step back. He doesn't want me here... I get it. I don't want me here either.

"Not! you! Michael, get the fuck out!" Luke growls, his glare glueing me to the spot.

"I'm not leaving you here, with her, like this." Michael scoffs and gestures between us.

"Get out. Or I will throw you out this balcony." He orders, anger like a tidal wave in his tone.

Michael sighs and takes a step away from him, walking towards me. He rests both his hands on my shoulders and gives me a sympathetic smile. I could use some brotherly love right about now. But the universe has other fucked up things planned for me today.

"It's not your fault. I'll be outside if you need me." He says silently and walks out, shutting the door behind him and taking the last bit of resolve I have with him.

The room feels like a cage. The air is thickening with unspoken words and choking the air around me. I drag my eyes off of my feet and look up. Luke has his back to me, looking out at the sea. His body is still slightly shaking with anger.

"Luke, it's not what it looks like I swear to you." I reason, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

"You're right. It probably isn't. But you know what Sierra?" He turns around, his eyes glazed over and his face cold. He looks scarier than when he is angry. When he shows anger, he is showing a type of emotion that I can read. It worries me when he's just... cold.

"What?" I whisper

"You need to leave." He says suddenly.

"Leave where?"

He looks down at his hands and doesn't make eye contact with me. "Leave. As in resigning, Get out of my sight. Whatever you wanna call it. I don't want you working for us anymore."

I feel the tears spill down my cheeks. The weight of everything that happened in the last three days and everything that is happening right at this moment loading onto my shoulders again.

He continues with an agitated sigh. "If you have any regard for me, Sierra, if you ever cared about me, even for a second. You won't say a thing right now. Please, just leave." He runs a hand over his eyes furiously and shakes his head like he's trying to detach himself from his own thoughts

You push someone away when you want more than anything, for them to stay.

I move towards him, looking right up at him before I know what I'm doing.

I put my hand on his cheek to lift his face up to look at me. "Just hear me out. I didn't know that was going to happen. I didn't kiss him I promise. I never wanted to kiss him or will I ever."

"Promises don't mean shit to me, Sierra." He removes my hand from his cheek and it drops back to my side.

~

Luke's Point Of View

"How can you say that? We made promises to each other in the last three days. I know they mean something to you. So believe me when I say I want nothing to do with Ross." She reasons and a fresh wave of pain runs through me with every word.

"I never really promised you anything," I say, refusing to acknowledge the one I made to her just last night.

I can't believe her. I won't let myself believe her.

"Please, leave."

"I'm not going anywhere." She stubbornly says, rubbing a hand over her green eyes to wipe away the tears.

"Either you leave. Or I request that you be fired." I point out harshly.

We told you not to trust her.

Her body tightens like a coiled spring. "Fire me? You can fire me if you want, I don't care if I lose the damn job, Luke. Didn't the last three days mean anything to you? This is more to me than just a job!"

"It meant plenty to me. That's why I wasn't the one kissing someone right outside the door that leads to the room we slept in together last night after you had a panic attack and ruined everything." I snap. My ability to think for myself being pushed down by my anger.

Sierra flinches at my words but stands her ground. Her green eyes are heavy with tears again as she looks up at me. God, I hate it when she fucking cries but I'm not going to give in.

"I told you, I didn't kiss him. But I don't have to keep justifying that to you. You're not my boyfriend. I had a panic attack last night and I'm sorry my health ruined your perfect fucking day." She sarcastically snaps at me, laughing under her breath.

Good. Hate me.

You should have ruined her before she ruined you.

"Whatever. Now that you aren't having a panic attack, you can leave." I put on my best smile.

"You're a cold-hearted bastard." She spits out, shaking her head, the disappointment evident on her face.

It's called putting yourself first. The voice in my head hisses.

~

"You're a cold-hearted bastard." I shake my head at him. Maybe if I bang my head against a wall this will all become clearer. Maybe this little moment and the coldness in his voice and emotions will be overshadowed by the guy that made me the happiest girl just a day ago at the top of that hill overlooking the sea.

"This is who I am and this is who you are so this will never work. I'm sure we can get your friend Adelaide to do the work." He coldly smiles at me and walks halfway across the room to grab his phone off the floor. The room is a mess, just like me.

"You don't have to keep telling me. I know when I'm not needed." I assure him shakily. This was all a mistake. It took me less than two seconds to realise that I'm ripped at every single edge again and that the man in front of me is capable of switching from an angel to a vicious snake in a flick of a switch. I don't want any part of it, not anymore.

This was all a mistake. Another one I could have controlled.

Luke picks up one last thing and walks towards the door. He stands there for a second with his hand against the door knob and I feel my knees shake with the pain in my head...No, my chest.

"I really thought," he starts but goes silent again.

Luke swings the door open and walks out, the bang of the door drowning out his words, almost. "Bye, Sierra."

I drop onto my knees, gripping the two necklaces around my neck for dear life.