123 NOT MY CONCERN

LUKE'S POV I was standing outside the mansion, making a phone call, when I saw her. Ariel was being walked out by two bald-headed men, both wearing shades. She looked scared and confused, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Not after she slapped me earlier at the party. I observed them leading her toward a black car that was waiting by the curb. I couldn't help but wonder where they were taking her. But I decided to stay ignorant and not get involved. I was too angry with her to care about her well-being. As the men opened the car door for her, she turned back and looked in my direction. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I saw the fear in her eyes. But I quickly averted my gaze, not wanting to show any sign of concern. The men got into the car with her, and it drove off, leaving me standing there alone. I wasn't still settled with what I just saw, but I didn't move and didn't try to stop them. I told myself I didn't care. But deep down, I knew I was lying to myself. I did care