Escape To Paradise | l.h.

{Luke}

"Don't push me away!" The blonde in front of me slurs.
"I told you, I'm taken. You can't kiss me Abby." I wipe my mouth looking at the drunken girl I front of me.
"But you love me. We were gonna get married." She begins to cry making this situation even more awkward then if was.
"Abby, we broke up over a year okay." I tell her calmly. "I didn't love you. I was in love with the idea of loving someone." I tell her honestly.
"Fuck you luke." She spits before stumbling out of the back porch.
I look around the house for Wylie feeling stupid for breaking a rule. I swore to myself I wouldn't lose her and yet I did anyways. Without any luck, I search for one of the boys and find a mildly sober Michael playing FIFA upstairs with a half dressed Ryan.
"Have you guys seen Wylie?" I ask out of breathe.
"I haven't seen her since we got here." Michael says pausing the game.
"I did." Ryan laughs. "Hot little figure. Perfect little..." I cut him off my slamming my fist in his tan face.
"Where is she? What did you do?" I yell holding him by his neck.
"Luke, calm down man." Michael says sternly but I don't listen and punch Ryan square in the nose.
"I fucked her." Ryan laughs loudly amused. "She was a virgin you know?" I punch him repeatedly.
Michael struggles getting to his feet and grabs me pulling me away from a bleeding Ryan. Ryan passes out clutching his face and snores loudly. Michael pulls me out of the house without me even realizing it and makes me sit beside a big tree in the yard.
"I've never seen you like this." Michael says calmly sitting beside me.
"He couldn't have." I shake my head in shock. "She wouldn't."
"You know how Ryan is. All talk. Let's go back in and look for Wylie. If we don't find her well drive to her house and see if she's there." He pats me on the shoulder helping me to my feet.
An hour after looking everywhere five times we don't find her. Fury boils inside of my veins and I think of the worst possible things that could have happened to her. Michael helps me get a drunken ashton and Calum into the car and we take off speeding. Michael warns me to slow down but I don't. Without any trouble we pull up to her house. The lights are off and I hope and pray that she's in there asleep and safe. Quickly, I text my dad telling him I'd be staying at Ashton's and the car was okay. A minute later he gives me the okay.
"I'll go in with you." Michael offers.
"Ashton, Calum stay in the car." I warn them. They make incoherent noises so I take then as an okay.
"Let's go." Michael urges.
In sync, we walk up to her house and knock. No response. We continue to beat on the door but still no one answers. Endless possibilities run through my mind. Without thinking, I barge through the door with Michael following me. Michael flips on the light switch and Wylie lays on the couch in her bra and underwear.
"Go." I instruct Michael. With a nod he walks out of the door and shut it behind him.
I walk to her slowly. I look at her closely. My hand flies to my mouth to see her body. Bruises scatter her pale body making her look sickly. I become furious. How can a canvas look so dead? I text Michael telling him to drive the car to Ashton's house and that I'd be staying here. He replies back with simply an okay. Without anymore hesitation, I pick her fragile body up slowly pulling her body close to mine. I look at her face. Two new bruises are on display on her face. My knees become weak but I force myself up her stairs and into her dark room. I lay her on the bed and ten on the bathroom light in her room. I run a hot steaming bath for her. Once it's full, I grab her and carry her quietly to the bathroom. Being a gentleman or not, I take the rest of her clothes off and drop her slowly into the water getting my long sleeves wet. I grab the cup that was sitting on the edge of the tub and scoop water up pouring it softly over her. She wrestles a little but doesn't open her eyes. I try to ignore her nakedness but I only stare and admire her. Finally pulling my eyes away from her chest, I lather shampoo into her soft hair and rinse. Her eyes fully open and look at me as if she were scared.
"What are you..." She questions but winces and grabs her head.
"I'm giving you a bath." I tell her honestly.
"Am I..." Her hands slowly go to her breasts shielding them from me.
"I didn't want the to get wet. I uh washed your hair. You just need to get out now if you want." My cheeks heat up and I look down at the towel in my hands embarrassed.
"Thank you." Her voice cracks and tears begin to fall from her eyes.
"Please don't cry." I whisper. "Please."
"Help me out." She wipes her face holding both of her hands out to me.
I help her stand up and wrap the light pink towel around her body. Immediately, I wrap my arms around her and lift her up carrying her to the bedroom. I lay her gently on her sheets. She sighs loudly as her body hits the mattress as if she's in pain. I stand awkwardly beside her bed.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
Low sobs could be heard from her face in the pillow. I sit on the edge of the bed and place a hand on her back rubbing softly. Her hair sticks to the side of her face that was partly showing. Her back rises as falls unevenly as she cries.
"Look, you don't have to tell me what happened." I say softly. "But id like to know." I clear my throat fearing I have just stepped over a boundary.
She shifts sitting up and wrapping her purple comforter around her body and throwing the towel beside her bed. She puts strands of hair behind her ears that were falling in front of her face. She doesn't look at me but clears her own throat before speaking.
"I broke rule number three." She sighs.
"Who gave you a drink?" I question scooting closer to her on the bed. We both sit with our back against the head board.
"A blonde. She was tall..." She pauses. "Uh, she was wearing a black skirt and I think a blue tank top."
"God damn it." I spit under my breathe.
"What?" She looks at me with her puffy green eyes.
"Her names Abby." I breathe. "I mean, I know she doesn't know you but I know she makes these drinks with ecstasy..." She cuts me off before I could continue.
"A blue drink? Yeah, I drank it all." She leans her head on my shoulder breathing deeply.
"Did you, ya know, have sex with Ryan?" I ask trying to keep the bile down.
"No." She shakes her head softly. "He tried though. I was so scared. I kept yelling and yelling but no one heard me. I spit on him." She giggles a little. "He wiped his face on his shirt he took off and I got away."
"Wylie, I'm so sorry." I wrap my arm around her pulling her into my side. "I'm so sorry." I repeat this over and over again.
"It's okay. I know if any of you were there you would have stopped him." She nudges her face into my side and breathes in slowly. "You smell good by the way."
"You smell like you just got the most amazing bath by the most amazing guy." I chuckle softly.
"I uh." She sits up looking at me. "Did you see my..." I cut her off and roll my eyes.
"Yes, I saw your boobs. It's no big deal."
"No, I mean the rest of me?"
I swallow harshly. "Yeah. I did. I'd do anything to make them stop appearing on you." I say in a whisper.
"Take me away." She says softly climbing on top of me with the blanket tightly around her.
"What do you mean?" I look at her confused placing my hands on her partly covered thighs.
"I can't stay here anymore." Slow tears roll down her cheeks dripping on the blanket. "I'm so scared Luke. I wake up everyday not knowing what dad I'm going to get. I stay up until he gets home to see how drunk he is and estimate how bad it will be this time. My body hurts. My bones ache. I shouldn't live like this." Her sobs become hoarse and louder. "I'm not gonna wake up one day. He's gonna go too far and it's only going to take one time. I'm not asking you because you're the closest person to me right now, I'm asking you because if I'm dead, I'll never see you again." Tears begin to fall from my eyes and I wipe them away quickly. She scoots further up fully straddling my legs tightly. "Being around you, I feel alive. I feel safe and free and that is something I haven't get in two years. Just please, please take me away from all of this."
She wraps her arms around my neck tightly letting the blanket pool around her waist. Her chest clashes onto mine as I quickly wrap my arms around her bare body soaking all of this in. We sit like this until my neck is soaked and she falls asleep. I shift, laying her down beside me and pulling the blankets up to her neck. I take off my pants and lay next to her, pulling her into me. I wrap both of my arms around her and fall asleep to her soft almost inaudible snores.

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Double update? I think yes!
I can't sleep😫 it's almost five in the morning so I decided why not update?
I hope you guys make the most of the day and I hope things go the way you want😘
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