Togetherness

Chapter 10

Hehe sorry for going MIA guys.....got kinda busy. Anyways you know the drill.

Trigger warning:

Sexual assault

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~Luca's POV~

As I wake up the next morning I felt his arms wrapping around my waist and breath on my neck. It was comforting. I rolled over to face him and caught sight of his beautiful face. I wish this could be everyday, but my dad will find me eventually. I just want this to be permanent. Me and him. And us, together, in New York. The concrete jungle.

As I snapped back into reality I heard him waking up. I didn't say a word. I was scared for some reason. The air in the room felt heavy. And there was a knock at the door. Don't answer it. Another knock came and a grunt from the other side. I heard him slip out of bed. "Don't answer it. I think i know who it is and it's much better to let him just leave."

He gave me an odd look and I just shook my head. "Just please get back in bed" I said and gave him the most serious look I could.

He nodded and made sure the door was locked before crawling back into bed with me and wrapping his arms around me. T started to feel the warm tears fall down my face, I was crying. And then his hand on my back. He took on hand and cupped my face.

"I'm sorry he does this to you my love" he said in the sweetest, most generous tone I had ever heard. I let a small, barely audible hic out and he just shook his head. Soon enough we heard him walk away and I started to sob. My body shook with every little sob and sound I made.

After I had finished crying I heard his voice and the best words ever. "I have an apartment we could go to, where he can't get you" I nodded with no words and he smiled. "We can go there whenever you want to, just gimme a time and we can-" I cut him off with a kiss. It was surreal. His lips were so soft and unchapped, unlike mine which were bumpy with scars form picking at them. And when we grabbed hands his were smoother, again unlike mine. They had no scars from cutting. Or how his body was fit with muscles, and mine was scrawny and bruised and battered. You could count my ribs.

"Ash, am I good enough? I know you'll probably just tell me something sappy and cliche, but I generally want to know. Because every time I look at a photo of us I see how perfect you look, and how not perfect I look. Like how you have no scars on your hands and wrists, or how you can't see the scars on your lips because you have none. Even how we can't count your ribs but mine are painfully visible." As soon as I finished my rant he put and hand on my cheek.

~Ash's POV~

His words broke me. He thought that he wasn't enough because of something that was out of his control.

"Yes, you are. And this may sound sappy and cliche but I mean it. To me you look like heaven and if I have to help you see that then so be it. And I love the scars on your lips because then I can tell it's you when I kiss you. And the scars on your hands- I can't lie and say sometimes I get sad when I feel or see them but they show what you have been through. How strong you are as a person. Or the fact I can see your ribs, that just means I get to cook for you and have a reason to make sure you eat. Yes Luca, you are more then just enough for me"

He was crying and holding my hands, I could feel the tears as they fell from his face and onto our hands. I heard his small voices. "I'm sorry Ash, but I'm not as strong as you think I am" he said.

I picked up his frail body and set him into my lap gently and hugged him as tight as I could. He shook as he sobbed more and more. As he cried I placed small kisses on his neck, hands, and face all while whispering sweet nothings into his ears.

I wish I could have done more for him when he was there. Like maybe noticing the bruises on his body. Or the small spots of blood on all of his light colored clothes. I should have noticed. That's my fault.

~Luca's POV~

I decided to go out on my own for the first time today. God did I regret it.

~In the grocery store earlier that day~

I was just casually going for some snacks cause Ash and I were going on a movie drive. And I saw him, and before I oiled get away he was coming towards me. I tried to run but he grabbed me and put a hand over my mouth. I could hear his sadistic grin and the feeling of his hands on mine confirmed it; this was my father.

He took me into the bathroom and slammed me into a stall, then forcing me onto the ground and discarding my sweats. I screamed as loud as I could but it was no use. He was about to do it all again. "This is for leaving you little slut. Always trying to bounce on a different dick, yet always coming back to daddy" I almost vomited.

Before I knew it he shoved his dick in my mouth to shut me up and I had the idea. As soon as it was all in I chomped down before the taste of blood filled my mouth. Then his screams filled my ears and while he was on the ground I got up, spit out his dog and ran for someone. All while putting my pants back on.

After hearing my story, the paramedics came out with his dick on ice. And as the world got blurry again I reached for my phone. The realization hit me, I had been nearly raped. I dialed his number before I fainted. Shit.