Lander- I won't let them hurt you

Chapter 2

(Cover made by me, but the characters belong to Rosyclozy ofc)
(Yes Jake simps this is for you)
Update: Sorry for not posting guys, I'm glad I'm finally finishing this chapter up. I just lost motivation, I'm so sorry. :P
Quick (not quick actually) note before this chapter starts from A while ago:So, uhh, I never should've allowed 'requests' or letting people choose what happens next in this story, especially when I'm not even on the 3rd chapter yet, and my story isn't really all that popular. I'm probably going to take off the requests section in the desc of this book, because that's more for oneshots, which I may make in the future. I've always been good at short stories :P So, for the last chapter where I wrote 'choose what happens next UwU I'm the best and also I wrote some words' or whatever I said, please disregard that for now. I'm not very paitent to wait a while for people to comment stuff, and honestly, with only 80 something reads right now, I don't think anyone will. But thank you to womentaker69 lol. Anyway, on to this chapter!

            Zander's POV
I'm so embarrassed as I utter these words. I mean, he is my boyfriend, but still, it felt so weird just saying that. Luke says nothing for a second. And then he realizes. He suddenly grabs me by the shoulders, pulling me close enough that I can smell him. "Wait, really?" He says, and I don't know if it's with shock, embarrassment, or...something else. "Like..." he trails off. "Wow." "Yeah. I know." I say, looking off to the side, still embarrassed. "N-not that I mean it like that!" Says Luke, quickly, probably trying to reassure me. "It's just another new thing, then." I really don't know what to say. "I..." he continues, awkwardly sort of taking my hand. "I'd like to cuddle with you, though." I smile, also taking his hand. "Yeah. Me too."Luke suddenly smirks at me. "Wh-" He pushes me onto my bed as we get tangled in the sheets. "Luke, GETTOFF!" I yell out, slightly embarrassed. Luke raises an eyebrow. "Nah, I'd rather not." "Luke!"

(Timeskip)

I can hear breathing, but it's mostly just my own. I look over at Luke, he's asleep now. If only...there were something I could do to help him... I thought. If only...he'd never had to move away in the first place. I don't know why, but I start to cry. And then it washes over me. The anger.

Ḧ̷̡̩͓͐e̴͕͑̈̕ ̸͈̄d̵̒͋͜ö̵̢̖́͒e̸̞͇͔͗̈́s̵̥̍̊̊n̴̖͈̊͂͂'̶̧̟̓ẗ̵̛̳̭́ ̵̹͚̇̿̀ď̶͍̞̊e̸͛̄̃͜s̵͓̹̺̍̔̍ȩ̴̣͕͘͝͝r̸̹̽v̴̮̼̞̌e̷̲͚̅͊̽ ̴̤͈̂͂t̷̩͊h̵̖́̂̽ĩ̷͇͉s̸̤̯͉͂̿

I'LL DO Ǎ̴ͅN̷̗͎͑Y̷̡͒̍ͅT̶̰̠̈́͑H̶̨̓̀I̷̩̩̕͝Ǹ̸̬͍̈̿Ǧ̴̥͌͘ TO PROTECT HIM

HOWEVER D̴̟̤͒̈́Ą̵̯̹̌̍Ṋ̴̌͗G̷̀̐ͅE̴̤̟̪͋R̷̨̪̟̃̃́O̶̼̔͜U̶̳͗S̸͙͓͖͛͠͝

Ĭ̷̯̩͋ͅ ̶͉̋̃̑Ḋ̸̹Ò̶͓͔N̴̠̣̓͂͘'̴͓͗͝T̸͎̩̈́ ̴͎͉͈͐̊C̷̖̚A̴̝͋̉R̶̤̣̣̂̚E̴̳̻͇̾̈̕,̸͕̐̈̂ ̷̠̲͌͒̋I̷̧̯͑̓͑ ̸̥̉̄̈́W̴͇͙͔̉̌͌O̶̱̎̇̃N̶͉̱̼͋̓'̷̝̭͓̈́̽Ṱ̴͌ ̴̰͝L̴͓̗̊̀̋E̴̲̟̊T̴͕̺̞́ ̵͙̿H̵̛ͅÎ̵̱͋͝M̷͇̮̊͋ ̸̧̛̠͋͌G̶̭͒͛̾Ē̸̯̚Ṯ̸̡̗̍̐͝ ̸̗̠̜͒P̵̹̙̊Ǔ̶͉͇͚Ş̴̣͗͒̕H̷̠͔̊͊Ě̸̙̇D̷̞̳͒̈́̅ ̷̦͋Ḁ̸͌R̸̐̎͝ͅO̵̖͙͋̀Ủ̴̻͋̕N̵̘̽D̸̳̗̙̀̓ ̷͖͖͋̏L̷̻̬̮͌̀͂I̵͙̾̈́K̵͖͇̘̑Ē̷̢̹̅̒ ̵̹̍͂͝T̸̡͒Ḩ̶̘̦̈̇I̵̡͕̓̅S̴̳͎̜͂͑̄!̷͍̮̩́!̴̧̋̕ ̷̺̟̲́͑̎H̸̱̤̩͌̔E̶̻̭͔̓̇͛ ̶̩͍̭̂̊͐D̵̫̘̑Ö̴̟̞́͝E̴̫̩͛S̷͖͚̓Ń̷̬̋̉'̷̗̪̞͂̀́T̷̙͉̎ ̸͙͍͊̃D̵̛̬͑É̴̙̞S̸̛̼̘͌͛E̷̘̦͐R̴͓͇̫̈̈́V̶̞̖̐̅E̷̖̣̱̐̂ ̸̨̧̟̆́T̴̪̫̮̉͗͊H̴͒͜I̵̡͔̓̑S̶͙̄̕ ̵͈͐̈́Ḧ̴̢͕͎̅Ę̶̙̄ ̸̨̨͈̅D̵̡̡͗́͂O̶͈̞̳͛̏̇E̶͑͜͝S̶̩̺̎͜N̵̰͉͎̐̆͠'̷̰̓͂̎T̶̛̰̏͒ ̴̣̼̯͋D̷̳̟͑̑E̶̻̦͂̅͒ͅS̴͇͖͛Ẽ̷̝̍̐ͅR̶̤͕̿V̸̘͔̝͊Ë̸̜̦́͌̏ ̵͈͐T̶̠͉̥̊̏̾H̴̘̏͘͘Ḯ̸̧̫̮̕͝Ṣ̶̌̓͜ ̵̺͕̋̆͝H̴̙͖̅ͅE̵͙̰̓́ ̸̩̂́̚D̸̡̻̃̚O̶͓̟̻͑͗̾Ĕ̶͈̅͘S̶͙̯͙̑̽̾N̶͎͛'̴̜̮̖́̐͠T̵̫̥̊ ̸̮͓̆͑̽D̶͚̓̚͜͝E̷̥̟͎̒̏S̴̛̙̣̣̑͝E̷̛̮͒R̷̡͆́V̷̮̟̇̈̄E̵̙̱̋̐̕ ̵̜̖̗̓T̷̖̎̊Ḫ̶͔̱̈́̀I̶̲͛́͊S̶̫̄ ̶̠͒͊Ḧ̵̟́É̷̹̅ ̴̠̦̌̏͗D̴̙̽͗O̶̖̯̊̌ͅE̴̬͆S̶̖͍̑͑N̶̡̾'̶͕̿T̶͓̝̓͜ ̶͎̻̈́͛̒͜D̵̮̱́̿̓ͅĒ̶̫̍͝S̷̥̊̒Ë̵̯́R̸͇̺͆V̵̟̀̔͜E̷̢̤̕͜ ̵̬̾̓́T̸̮̰̈͒H̴̓ͅÌ̷̺͕͇͌̕Ş̷̯̉̉ ̸̢̯̩̚̕H̵̥̜̽É̷͈ ̵̟͕̻̕D̴̼̉Ō̶̦E̶̽͘ͅS̶̰̖͕͌Ñ̸̦̣̝̀̒'̸̮̊̏̃T̷̬̪̑͂̉ ̴̬̜͊ͅD̵̠͗E̴͕̩͂̀Ş̸̏̓E̵͖̪͐ͅR̷̡͖̾̈͝V̸̮̹͛E̴͓̼̲̋͒ ̵̌ͅT̷̲̼̕̕H̴̻̓̕̕I̶̼̔S̸̹̥̃̔ ̸͓̭̺͊̈́H̵̰̯̋́̌Ë̵̛̜̝͇́̈́ ̴͙̲̋̏͒D̴̠̞̫̊̃͝O̸̼͇̊E̶͕̝͎̔̑͒S̷̜̾̈́̕Ṇ̸̝̊̄͜͠'̶̉͜T̷̖̉ ̸͍̱͂̽͝D̸͔̉̃E̸̡̧̼̔Š̸͙̓͠E̸̲̗̭͌̑̕R̸̭͊V̶̹̟͕̋͂̿E̶͕͂̆͜ ̸͇̑̅̈́T̵͖̯̓͂ͅH̴͓̹̃̍͝I̸̤̜͒͐̅͜Ṣ̸̒ ̸̢̨̟̏Ḧ̶̥̗E̴̦̱̙̾ ̷̛̝̀͆D̵͙͚̤͌͂O̷̲̓̚Ë̸͕̣́̿͛ͅS̶͇̹͑̀̔N̷͍̅̌'̴͔̀Ṯ̵͔̈̎̽ ̸̛̲̮͆̆D̵̘̘͕͗͋Ě̶̮̞̲Ŝ̸̭̮́͠E̵̗͝ͅR̷̻̒̔̆V̴̛͚̯̀E̸͖̼͆̕̚ ̸͕̩̺͗͐̔T̴̝̪̱̑̀Ḧ̵̳͍͛Í̸͙̔̅S̶̘͓̖͝ ̸̥͈̟͌H̷͇̎̑̋͜E̸̹̊͌͝ ̸̹̩̆D̴͐́͝ͅO̸̪̍Ē̵̤̪̈ͅS̵͍͙̙̍Ṅ̵͚́'̵͉̯͊̏͑͜T̸̳̰̓ ̶̤̆D̸̘̈́̋̀E̸̞͙͚̾̚Ş̸͎̅͝Ȩ̴̼̩͐̎̎R̸̮̘̈́͜V̴̡̂̒̒É̵̱͙̫̍͘ ̴̜̬͌̀̕ͅT̴̖͗̽͝H̶̼̙́̑Ī̵̡͎͑Ṡ̵̼͈̮̈́ ̷̝̭̔H̷̰͉͐͊Ẽ̸̤̈́͑ ̴̖̭̗̓̽D̴̬͙͌̍̽Ỏ̶̲̺Ḛ̴͗Ş̶̪̻͗͒͝N̷͔͙̹̒̋'̷̝̀̓͜T̵͎̟̆͑ͅ ̸̺̭̯͌D̷̅ͅÈ̵̢̈́S̸̫̒̌E̷͈̍̕R̵̡̔̊V̵̲̦̱͒̅̚E̴̬̙̺͂͋̚ ̷͉̏͊͗T̷͈̬̺̓̓H̵̱̅͑I̵̦͉̱̾͋S̸̪͔̈ ̵̙͂̓͝Ḧ̵̹̫̖́̒̍E̴̩͑͋̊ ̷̢͔̖̍Ḍ̵̟̱̉́͝O̶̠̭̲̾̋Ẹ̴͙͊̈́͜S̶̻̲̆͒̊ͅN̸̜͐͑'̵͈͔̄̾T̵͍̜̼͑̃ ̶̺̹͈̆͌D̵̲̑É̷͕̥̎S̵̭̋̿̆E̴̜̞͝R̸͖͋̅́͜V̵͙̈́̌̇ͅE̵̬̺͒ ̸̛͇̅Ṫ̵̲͚̍̄Ḧ̵̳́I̸̙̾̔͘S̶̜̟͋͒̌ ̵̭͕͛͋͝H̶̠͒̓E̴͇̊̍ ̶̹̑̐̒D̴̢̺͖̅͠O̴͕̕͜E̷̪͗S̶̱͈̐N̷̻̲͓̓͝'̶͕̎͐T̴̢̘̎͛ ̷̛̜̟͒̕D̴̛̪̜̕͝Ȅ̵͊ͅS̷̜̞̃̃͠Ę̵̙̱̆̔̒R̷̡̲̆͂͑V̵̢̪̲͐̑͘E̸͔̮̎ ̴̡̝͊͜T̷̛̤͖͌͝H̸̛̦̟̬͊Í̶̳̼S̶̤͍͘ ̵̈͜Ḧ̷̭̜́͛̈E̸̱͆ ̵͖̹̒̈́̂D̷̲̟̱̀O̸̼͖̝͂Ẽ̷̫̝͝S̶͉͖̳̿͐͝N̷̼̤͚͂̏̕'̸̭̣͛̈́͘Ṱ̸̃ ̵̩͖̬̒D̶̛͎͎͐͝Ē̵͚̻̣Ŝ̷̳̓̓E̴̠͓̿̐̈́R̶̮̈́V̶͚̪̰́͂͝Ę̸̓̀ ̶̨̟͂̊T̸̰̍̿H̵̳̄̅̓Į̴̹͖̎̉̒S̷̪̹̈́̿ ̸̟́͗̔ͅH̸̛̲͎̆̍E̸̺͈̱͂ ̸̨̭̊͆D̶̢̄͂͑Ö̸̹́̓̀Ḛ̵͎̒̆S̷̟̼̓͋Ṇ̴̲̼͆̂'̵̞͈̅͊̚T̸̨̛̬̯̄̄ ̶̙̔D̵͇͉̼͛́̎E̴͙͔͆̈́S̴̱̆Ĕ̵͓̙̩́Ṛ̵̺̭̈V̴̩͕̋̐Ȩ̷̺͆͗̒ ̴̥͑T̷̪͕͎͛Ḧ̸̹̮̜́͠I̸̬͋S̸̖̩͈͆͊ ̸̡͚̗̾H̶̯́͝E̸͓̻̳̓̌ ̷̧͕̬͑D̸̬̿̏̇O̴͖̚E̴̥̬̮͊̈́S̷͓͑̈Ṅ̵̺͐͝'̸̼̘͙̏̔T̷̺̅ ̶̲̤̞́͌̓D̵̦̈̚Ȇ̷̛̳̩̖Ś̷̱͓̭̑͆E̶̯̊͌R̸̳̤͕̍V̶̡̛̖̝́͐E̶͕̰̓ ̵͎̤͝ͅT̶̹͚̃Ḣ̷͖̞̭̈́͒Ȋ̷̭̽S̸̫͖̱͂ ̸̰̟̩̈́