Trust, Love and Lies. (Luke Hemmings) (Brad Simpson)

Should've listened part 2

A/N: Wattpad cut half of my last chapter off so I'm going to re write the rest of that chapter. I guess it was too long.

"You smoke?" I asked Brad.

"Yeah why?"

"I don't know. I just don't really like it to be honest." I say.

He laughs and says, "Well good thing I don't take orders from you."

"It's not good for your health Brad." I say with furrowed brows.

"You're right. I won't do it anymore. Can we leave now?" He asks me and takes my hands in his.

"Yeah. Where are we going?" I ask him.

"To my place so we can be alone." He winks and smirks at me. I don't know how I feel about it but I follow him to his car anyways. I push Luke to the back of my mind and try to focus on Brad.

We get into his car and he takes off down the road. Brad plays rock music that I've never heard before as we drive to his place.

After a few minutes, we pull up to this apartment building and he parks the car.

"Do you live alone?" I ask him.

"Yep." Is all he says as he gets out of the car and slams the door behind him. He stops and looks at me from outside the front window and beckons me to get out. Rude. I get out of the car and walk over to his side as he leads me through the apartment buildings front door.

He takes me down the hallway and stops at one of the doors. He takes out his key and opens up the door and leads me inside. He closes the door behind us and walks past me and into the apartment.

It's a small apartment and pretty dirty. There are empty beer and pop cans all over the tables and in random corners of the space.

"Sorry about the mess. I had a party yesterday." He informs me.

"Oh, that's okay." I say. He eyes me and makes his way over to me.

My breathing hitches as he puts his hands on my waist and pushes me up against the wall next to the couch. He slams his lips against mine and kisses me sloppily. I place my hands on his shoulders as I try to keep up with his erratic uneven pace. His grip gets tighter on my waist and it starts to hurt. I don't say anything because I want to keep kissing him.

He starts to back up but keeps our bodies together and doesn't break the kiss as he does so. But once he reaches the edge of the couch, he pushes me onto it and I lay flat on my back as he stares at me from above. His eyes are intense and his jaw clenches as he pulls his shirt up off over his head. He positions himself on top of me and continues kissing me.

He pushes his tongue past my lips and into my mouth as he places one hand back on my waist and the other cupping my face to keep it still. I feel his member hardening on my thigh and my eyes snap open.

Oh shit. No. This is not happening. It can't happen. I'm not ready for this. He needs to stop.

"Brad..." I mumble against his lips but he doesn't stop or slow down. "Brad stop..." I say as I turn my face away from him. He takes that opportunity to leave sloppy kisses up and down my neck. I start to wiggle but he moves both hands to my waist and squeezes them hard to keep me in place. I let out a whimper from the pain he is causing me but he takes it the wrong way.

"Brad you're hurting me!" I shout and start to push him off of me but he doesn't budge. He shushes me and continues his assault. "Brad! Stop!" I scream as he moves his hands down to my thighs and squeezes them just as hard. "Ouch!" I squeal.

He snaps his head up to look at me. He looks angry and I feel scared of him.

"Get off of me! I don't want to do this!" I start to hit his chest. He gets off of me and I stand up quickly and push past him.

"Kylie! Where do you think you're going?" He shouts from behind me as I reach the door.

"Home!" I shout and slam the door behind me. I run down the hallway until I reach the front doors and push them open. I turn around to make sure he hasn't followed me. He hasn't... thank God.

I pull out my phone and call Aubrey. The phone rings 6 times before she answers.

"Hello?" I hear her voice.

"Aubrey? Hey I got stuck somewhere. Do you think you could borrow someones car and pick me up?" I ask her.

"Kylie, why don't you just ask your brother to come get you?" She asks me.

"I'm at Brads place." I whisper.

"What? Then make him bring you home!" She shouts at me.

"Aubrey! I can't do that! I'll explain everything later, just please come get me. I'll text you the address." I tell her.

"Fine." She says and hangs up. I roll my eyes and text her the address and walk to the edge of the street and sit on the curb.

20 minutes goes by and I see Luke's car pull up. She took Luke's car? I would've thought she would take my brothers.

As the car gets closer and stops in front of me, the window rolls down and it's not Aubrey.

It's Luke.