My country boy

Milkshakes and tears

My shoulders started to be shaken by someone, their grip was very tight, but not enough to hurt me. Whoever it was, was trying to get me on my feet. I was to lazy to ever get up, so it sucks for that person, I shall never stand! Although, very masculine hands grab at my shoulders again with a sigh, the hand hesitated to touch m, and settled to pick me up bridal style. Once I was pulled into their chest little fireworks went around the exposed skin that touched me, its Luca, i know for a fact. Everytime he'd craddle me and assured me I was okay, his breath, and his touched all made me feel like I was wrapped in a fuzzy blanket surrounded with a pillow fort. I opened my eyes lazily and Luca smiles down at me.

"When are we going to get there?"

"Well love you've been asleep for an hour so an hour."

I kicked my feet around happily,almost kicking Matt in the face.

"Hey come on man, you almost kicked me!"

"Get over it you big cry baby its not like I did."

Luca shakes his head smiling. His smile is really nice, wait this is the second time I've noticed his teeth. Maybe I have a teeth fetish. I don't know but oh well, he's really an amazing guy, he there that's all I need from him. He continued to carry me, until we got into the back. If you haven't figured it out yet, we decided after about twenty minutes on the road we'd rent an RV, so everyone wouldn't be so clamed up together. Luca carried me into the back where the beds are, he slowly placed me down on the bed and I sat up in the corner making myself comfy, he crawled over to the side of me and layed down so his head is in my lap.

"Hey Jules?"

"Hmmm?"

"When exactly did your dad start to beat you...?"

"Um when I was twelve or eleven ......"

I thought of how he was at first the sweet loving guy, but in the blink of the eye he would always have me cowering in the corner. I fought back the painful memories, the days u would come home late in front of him and he'd beat me for dirtying the house. Cold are vegan to hit my flesh and goosbumps appeare. The shorts I had began to raised and the crop top went about two inches above the top of my belly button. Just then I saw all my scars, but these weren't scars from my dad they were from me, I did them. I quickly went to pull my shirt down but it was too late, Luca grasped my tiny wrist and I winced at it, I whimpered, but he held tighter,looking at every scar that was exposed. I let tears fall down my cheeks not from the scars but Luca was really hurting me.

"L-Luca let go your hurting me."

I was ashamed of how weak my voice had been. Luca wasn't even paying attention to my pleading, he just stared at my scars and it made me feel uncomfortable, I never like when people see them, they would call me a freak or an attention seeker when really I didn't want any attention I wanted to stay away from peoole. Luca would now think differently of me. Finally he looked up to see me crying, and he looked his hands bruising my wrist, and me flushed red cheeks, his eyes widened and he instantly let go. I turned my head, everyone who knows me knows I can't break down the invisible barrier I made for myself a long time ago, I can't just let my guard down, so I quickly dryed my tears. Luca's hands found their way next to mine and he slowly rubbed smooth circles on my wrist which made me flinch because they still hurt very badly.

"I'm sorry."

Luca raised my hands up and kissed my two wrist then he moved my shirt and kissed every scar and travled down to my thighs and kissed every scar on them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He repeated over and over again and at one point he pulled my small body into his. I snuggled into his chest.