inciting incident | lrh

chapter :: eight

LUKE

"Sam?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Can we do something?" I sighed.

Sam and I have been cuddling on my bed for over an hour now and I was sort of getting bored now.

"What do you want us to do?" Sam grumbled as he ran his fingers through my hair.

He was under me, so I hovered over him, using my elbows to support my balance.

"Anything, really," I leaned down and pressed our foreheads together.

"Specify anything," Sam grabbed my face in between his hands and planted a small kiss on my lips.

"I don't know, I'm just getting tired of just cuddling," I dropped my body on top of Sam, and nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck.

"So am I," Sam agreed, loosening his arms around my waist.

We were silent. I was trying to think of something else to do, but I didn't know what Sam was thinking about.

"Sam?"

"Hm?" He hummed.

"How come you never introduced me to your dad?" I mumbled, not sure if I actually want to talk about this.

"He's a busy man," Sam shrugged.

"I never went over to your place either," I sat up slightly and stared down at Sam.

"Luke..." He groaned.

"Why is that?" I pressed.

"Luke!" Sam snapped, startling me as he suddenly sat up straight on the bed.

My eyes grew wide. I didn't know that the topic was that sensitive.

"Why don't you ever talk to me about these things?" I whispered, feeling a little hurt that he doesn't open up to me at all anymore.

"Because Luke, its hard," Sam growled.

His body jerked, and I was honestly scared of his current state.

"Sam?"

"What?!" He barked.

"W-why are you being such a dick right now?" I shook my head at him and crawled off him and towards the edge of my bed.

"Because I just don't want to talk about this," Sam muttered bitterly.

I stood up from the bed and walked over to the door, leaning against it with my shoulder.

"You don't have to snap at me," I groused, staring at the ground.

"I'm sorry, Luke. I just hate it when he's brought up," Sam groaned.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled incoherently.

Sam stood up and walked towards me, he grabbed my forearm and pulled me off the door. Just when I thought he was going to lean in and kiss me, he mumbled, "I need to take a dump, I'll be back."

He pushed passed me and opened the door, exiting the room and walking into the nearby bathroom.

I wanted to scream.

Is he seriously going to play that card?

The oh, I hate when daddy is mentioned so I'll treat everyone that loves me like shit card.

Because he plays that damn card way too much.

Just when I was going to walk back to my bed, I heard my name being called from downstairs.