bite marks l.h (hiatus)

chapter 2.5

//adolescence didn't make sense, a little loss of innocence, the ugly years of being a fool, ain't youth supposed to be beautiful?\\

{luke's pov}
"Calum...what?" I asked staggering a bit.

"I know he's alive, Luke. He sent me a letter, Michael brought it to me," Calum said trying to sit up.

"That's what that fucking envelope was?!" Michael roared obviously angry.

"I'm sorry, Michael, but I wanted you all to hear it from me at the same time."

"Well, even if he is alive, you're sure as hell not helping to kill him. You can barely sit up and I'm not having one of my best friends die because of that prick," I yell, completely dismayed by the entire situation.

"But, Luke. I know why he's after you."

"And so do I, Calum. He wants his fucking drugs and money back. And he wants to destroy me. Believe me I've heard it before," I say.

"That's not the reason, Luke."

I furrow my eyebrows at him, confused.

"What do you mean? What's the fucking reason then?!" I glance over at Kylie. She looked dumbstruck, she was probably afraid he was coming back for her, but I was too angry to comfort her right now.

"You killed his only son."

"You did what?" Kylie asked, a strange look coming into her eyes. She almost looked...confused?

"I've only ever killed one person and there's no way in hell that wa-" I stopped myself, thinking.

"Blair's his daughter, Luke," Calum said looking sad.

"That fucking whore," I roared angrily turning around the punch the wall coming very close to Kylie, but not realizing it until after I had done it. She looked at me fearful, but I didn't care. My anger was still fuming. "She fucking knew it too. Her father is a drug lord, that bitch."

"Luke you need to calm down," Kylie said attempting to touch my shoulder, but I shoved her away.

"Don't fucking touch me right now, okay." I mumbled walking out.

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{kylie's pov}
I stood back, a bit hurt. I understood that he was angry, but I wasn't quite sure why. Her brother was trying to kill him, he did what he had to do.

"I'm sorry, Kylie. Luke is really angry right now. He didn't mean to hurt you, he's just blaming himself." Michael tried to reason with me.

"I know.." I whispered. "I'm going to go check on him."

"Be careful," Michael warned me. I gazed at him for a moment before going to find Luke. He was outside in the passengers seat of the truck, his head was down in his hands. I walked around to the other side of the truck and sat in the drivers seat.

"Luke?" I asked cautiously.

"Didn't I tell you to leave me the hell alone, Kylie," he slurred. His eyes were bloodshot, his body laid back against the seat.

"Do I look like I fucking care, Luke? I love you," I sigh running a hand through my hair. "Have you been crying?" I scoot closer to him sitting in his lap. Automatically he wrapped his arms around my small body and held me close to him. I kissed his forehead as if he were small child and waited for him to talk.

"K-Kylie? I need to tell you something," he looked at me. I nodded at him and asked him to continue.

"I didn't kill Blake because he was going to kill me, princess. I did it because he was a threat to my business. I didn't care that I had to take his life or that it would hurt Blair because I didn't care about her," he said, the look in his eyes becoming dark. I pushed myself off of him backing off. I sat down on the seat next to him.

"I used her as a fuck toy, and the minute I was done with her I couldn't stand to be around her. That's how I treated all of them."

"All of them?" I whimpered, cowering back to the other side of the truck.

"All of the women I've been with. Except you. You changed me and I'm not sure I like that, Kylie."

"You like the way I make you feel and I know you feel guilty that I was kidnapped because you killed Jax's son," I say getting angry at the way he was acting.

"And what makes you say that?!" He challenged, pinning me down on the seat with his hips.

"Because of this," I say touching his harm with my hand. His whole body relaxed within seconds, his eyes softening but becoming wide. He looked up at me.

"I-I have to go, Kylie." And with that he got out and took Michael's bike. He sped off not giving me another look.

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{luke's pov}
I drove. I drove all night and didn't stop. It was my fault that Kylie had gotten kidnapped. It was my fault that all of this shit had been happening to me and my friends.

But Kylie was right. I loved the way she made me feel. I loved the way she could relax me with a single touch of her flesh against mine, but it did scare me. No one had ever made me feel the way she does and if anything happened to her because of me, I would be devastated to say the least.

By now, it was raining, pouring down on me. My hair was beginning to get heavy as the water pushed it down. I ran my hand through it, pushing it out of my face. The rain masked my tears, but made my vision blurry.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a black van pulling up beside me. I flipped them off because of my frustrated state. Suddenly the van swerved making me turn sharply to the left trying to stay on the road. I sped forward, trying to away from them realizing that they were probably more of Jax's men. Jesus, I can never get a break.

Once more they swerved towards me, this time lingering so that I was riding in the grass along the road. I slowed down quickly, watching as they passed by me, but soon stopping themselves. I waited for someone to get out, but no one ever did. I pulled my handgun out of the back of my jeans and waited. Getting impatient, I sped forwards once again as they followed. I stood up on my bike turning around and shooting two bullets at the front two tires. Unfortunately they didn't seem to care, they came faster than before hitting my back wheel making my bike turn quickly and flip off the embankment. The last thing I saw was headlights before my eyes fluttered closed.

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I opened my eyes, I was still lying on the ground beside, Michael's now, broken bike. I hoisted myself up, falling over once again. I stood up leaning slightly more on my left foot from the pain I was having.

I looked up and down the road, realizing where I was.

I don't want to see her, but I have no where else to go. God, my fucking head hurts.

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I walked for about two hours, my phone was smashed during the accident. God, I hope Kylie hasn't been calling me. I don't want her to worry, especially about me.

There it was, the house that I left 4 years earlier.

It was still raining, I was so cold and hurt. My shoulder felt like once again it was dislocated. I knocked on the door harshly waiting for an answer. She opened the door with wide eyes.

"M-mom?" I said hoarsely.

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I hope this chapter is okay??! I was thinking about restarting it, but didn't.

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BTW louis Tomlinson makes me cry. Just SAYINg.