We Are Bulletproof | MYG (21+)

Part 27

That night, Luke joined you in the bed, wrapping himself around you while you pretended to be asleep. You felt your skin crawl as he wrapped his arms around you and settled his chin into the crook of your neck. How many times had you fallen asleep in this exact position and felt completely safe? You were pretty sure you could count the number of times you ever felt truly safe with Luke and it wouldn't even take up all your fingers and toes.

You waited, forcing yourself to breath slowly and calmly, even though your heart was racing. You waited until Luke's breathing evened out and his grip became limp. Once he was asleep, you detangled yourself from his vice-like grasp and crawled out of the bed. You stared at your ex-boyfriend, asleep and reaching out for someone to control next to him. It made you physically sick to pretend to be that helpless, submissive girl, but it was the only way to stay alive. You had to make him believe you truly loved him, otherwise he would kill you.

You backed away from the bed and entered the connecting bathroom. You turned on the faucet and winced as you stepped out of your clothes and into the warm shower. You leaned against the wall of the shower, letting the jets hit your face with your eyes closed. It was the first time you had truly been alone and as you breathed in and out, you tried to keep yourself from going into a full-blown panic attack.

You knew you only had a limited amount to time to escape. If you didn't do something soon, Luke would take what he wanted from you. You knew that just saying you loved him wasn't going to be enough. Luke would want you to seal the deal. And you knew that if you left him hanging for too long, he wouldn't hesitate to take it by force. He had done it before, there was no putting it past him to do it again. It was because of him that you hated the touch of any man... until Suga...

What were you supposed to do now? How could you let Suga and others know where you were? You had no way to contact them, no phone or computer. Even if you had a computer, there was no way you could get in contact with them. If you knew Jimin, you knew he would have wiped them off the map by now. There was no chance for you to hack your way into their system.

Maybe you could contact them another way. You knew that J-Hope had connections at the police station. Maybe if you contacted the police, they could get you in touch with him. But if you contacted the police, how would you know if they were working for Alistair or Luke? You had to do it anonymously somehow. If could somehow call the emergency hotline, perhaps you could anonymously leave a message that would get back to J-Hope. Unfortunately, you still needed a phone to be able to do anything.

After stepping out of the shower, you pulled your clothes back on before walking back into Suga's old bedroom. You looked around the room, feeling an intense pang of longing. You remembered Suga's gentle touch when he tended to your wounds here. You remembered the intense hatred you felt for him and yet the mysterious pull you felt whenever he touched you. You even remembered the very first time you realized you felt something other than hatred towards him.

Maybe you hadn't realized it at the time, but you had started to fall in love with him very early in the game. You would blame it on Stockholm Syndrome, except it wasn't an infatuation. This wasn't just in your head. And it wasn't like you hadn't fought him numerous times and stood up to him enough. No, this was real, the feelings you had for him were real.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you ached to have him with you again. You missed his touch and the feeling you got when he put his arms around you. You missed him so much it physically hurt.

You moved toward the closet, wondering if Suga's clothes were still there. You opened the closet door and felt your stomach drop at empty closet, save for a leather jacket that you recognized as Luke's. Any trace of Suga had been wiped clean from this house. Alistair and Luke probably burned everything that they had left.