What Are The Odds//Michael Clifford {discontinued}

Chapter 7

I woke up in the arms of an unfamiliar body. I look up to reveal a sleepy Luke. I just watch him, he sleeps like an angel. His eyes flutter open so revealing his sparkling blue eyes. "Good morning." He said in a raspy tone that made my stomach turn. It was definitely a turn on. I smiled at the sound of his voice. His head leaned in and so did mine. I could feel our breaths collide. "I-"
"BREE!" My father stopped. "WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?" His voice echoed throughout the house. "I-this-" I stuttered.
"I'm Luke." Luke said smiling and holding his hand out for my fathers shake. My father slapped it down.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE." The sound of my fathers voice made my body shutter.
"NOW!!" He was screaming now. Luke scrambled around trying to find his things. "Bye." He said in a rushed time. He ran down the stairs and out of my house. I looked down to realize I was still wearing his hoodie.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" My father questioned.
"ME? Where have I been? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? IVE BEEN AT HOME WAITING FOR YOU TO COME BACK FROM WORK, THATS WHERE IVE BEEN." I yelled at him. His eyes looked black and his skin was red. I could see the hatred and anger in his eyes alone. His hand soon lifted and went across my face. Hard. I was stunned for a second. What had he become? Who is this man? I looked at him in disgust and ran out. And that was it. I just ran out. I was NOT going back to that house. I pushed more tears back until I finally let them fall. In ran into a tree and just started. sobbing. I ran away crying until I found myself on Ambers doorstep.
I knocked on the door hoping her parents wouldn't answer the door.
The door flew open exposing a dolled up Amber. She was wearing a loose emerald dress with a brown leather belt at her waist. She noticed my makeup all over my face and her smile faded. Without hesitation, she pulled me in her arms. She finger-combed my hair while quieting my sobs. "He, h-e.," I couldn't get the words out. "He hit me." I cried the loudest sob I didn't know I was holding in. "Shhhhhhh," she pet my hair. "It's gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay." All I did was shake my head. I knew I would never be okay.

We were soon upstairs in her room. Amber sitting on the bed, me on the beanbag by the bed. My sobbing stopped and I was now only sniffling. "I'm, I'm so sorry." Amber broke the silence.
"I just wasn't expecting it I guess. It was just so sudden and it stunned me." My face twisted at the thought of his touch.
"Well, feel free to stay here as long as you'd like until you get things figured out at home.
"Thank you. And I'm really sorry for having you miss your date with Calum tonight."
"It's okay." She blushed at the mention of his name. I closed my eyes tired from all the crying I had done today.

I could hear the slamming of a beer glass, hitting against the hardwood floor. I saw my fathers figure standing in the doorway. His eyes bloodshot red and his lips made a smirk. He growled and laughed as he grew bigger. He soon towered over me like a skyscraper his hand smashing on top of me. I screamed for help, but no one was there. I tried running. I kicked and screamed until my lungs gave out. I broke into a million pieces, and his laugh roared louder than ever.

My body shot up from the bed. My forehead in a sweat, and my breathing shaky. I realized it wasn't my room. Looking around i discovered that it was only Amber's. I check the time and see its 3:15 am. I shivered thinking about the nightmare I had just experienced. I pushed the thought aside and laid back down. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, from crying in my nightmare. I lifted the sleeve of my sweater and wiped the tear. The scent of the sweater was a distinct smell. Luke's. I never texted Luke what went down yesterday. Not considering the time I dialed his number and walked to the bathroom hoping he'd pick up. Four rings passed by, then I hear shuffling and a raspy voice pick up the phone. "Hello?" He said half-asleep.
"Hey, it's me. Bree." I whispered into the phone. I could feel him become more awake at the mention of my name.
"Bree. Umm.. Hi. Is there... A reason you're calling my at 3 in the morning...?" He said a little bit more perky than before.
"Uhhhh." Shit. I didn't have a reason.
"I just wanted to know if you were okay from yesterday. You know, since you ran out." I made up a reason.
"Yea.... I'm fine.... But why are you calling me now?"
"I just wanted to tell you that-" I couldn't do it. I could tell him my father hit me. I simply couldn't. I looked down to notice the hoodie.
"That- I still have your hoodie." I rushed.
"That's what you called for? To tell me that you still have my hoodie?"
"Yea." My lip quivered. I couldn't hold it in. I let out a quit sob and started crying.
"Bree......?" Luke sounded hurt. God. It's like every time I do something, someone always ends up getting hurt.
"Yea..?"
"Are you okay?"
"No." And with that I let the tears fall harder and my sobs got louder. I don't even know why I was crying. I don't know anything anymore.
"I-I'll tell you tomorrow. At school" I said between sniffles.
"So.... In like 5 hours." He said. I had forgotten it was 3 in the morning.
"Oh, yea I guess then." I sighed.
"Are you okay now? I'm so sorry I can't be there right now. I wish I was there with you." He said as his voice started to shake.
"Damnit Luke, please don't cry. It's not your fault, you're gonna make me cry even more."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. And this may sound crazy but. I love you Bree." He spoke the truth. You could hear the honesty in his voice.
"I love you too."

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Heyyyyy!! Sorry for making this chapter really emotional :( and long. Anyway i'll try to post more often with longer and better quality chapters. I hope you're as in love with the story as I am. Thank youuuuu xx :)

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