We Are Bulletproof | MYG (21+)

Part 19

You wrung your hands in your lap as you sat at the interrogation table, exhausted from the previous day. A cot with barely any warmth was enough to give you a sleepless night. You were tired, weak, and you knew that if you didn't eat something of substance soon, you would pass out.

You knew they were just trying to snuff out any information from you, which was why they had only been feeding you stale bread and water. It didn't matter how much they starved you, there was no way you'd give any information up.

The door to the interrogation room opened and you clenched your fists in your lap. You stared at the floor as you heard the footsteps of the detective walk into the room. You didn't raise your head as you listened to her pull out the chair across from you. When you heard her clear her throat, it caught you off-guard. It didn't sound like the detective. Instead, it sounded extremely familiar. Almost too familiar...

You lifted your head and felt your blood run cold instantly as you met the piercing green eyes of the man of your nightmares for the past half-decade.

"Luke..." You whispered. You felt light-headed as his lips curled into that familiar smirk that used to send butterflies down your back. Now they made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. Your stomach felt heavier as you were reminded of the countless bruises, scars, and cracked bones that came solely from his hands.

"Hey, little canary, it's been a long time." He said softly, with the voice like molasses. Thick, smooth, and overly sweet that had easily coerced you in high school. The nickname he used seemed cute at the time when he first gave it to you, but upon later reflection, you realized it was just another way to control you.

Canaries were often used in mining to check if the mines were contaminated with gas. The miners would send the canary down into the mines and if it stopped singing, they knew they couldn't go down that one.

They used the birds until the life was snuffed out of them. Just like Luke had done to you for half a decade.

"What are you doing here?" You whispered quietly. You could barely look him in the eye without feeling like you wanted to throw up.

"You didn't hear? I'm the attorney assigned to your case." He smiled and his lips curled back to reveal his perfect teeth. "Looks like we're going to be working together quite a bit."

Your vision dimmed for a split second and you weren't entirely sure if you blacked out. This couldn't be happening.

"How is this happening?" You croaked. Luke chuckled slightly and leaned back in the seat.

"Well that's quite the story, isn't it? I guess I could start with the fact that I always had my eye on you when you left me two years ago." He pursed his lips and you could see the fire in his eyes.

If there was one thing you knew about Luke, you knew that when he felt passionately about something, he became obsessed. In high school, it was a good quality to have because he would put all his energy into football and getting into college, and of course when you started dating, you. But that quality had quickly turned dark when his passion for you had turned into a possessive obsession. If he was angry and hurt about you leaving him, then you knew that he would never let that pain go.

"Your dad actually reached out to me." You blinked and focused your attention back on Luke's emerald eyes. "He managed to stay sober enough for one phone call. I have to admit, I thought he might be having a stroke." He grinned and you narrowed your eyes. Luke liked to make fun of your father for his addiction, even back before it had gotten bad. Even though he sometimes made fun of your father to his face, your father always seemed to think Luke could do no wrong.