The Cutter's Lover

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Tori's P.O.V {PART I}

Grant and I walked after we ate at the diner. I was trying to keep a safe distance away from him, but something kept pulling me back. We had been walking for a while and I was happy. I wasn't thinking about my fucked up life or how I was going to deal with the whole Grant/Luke situation.

"Do you want any-" Grant trailed looking at my wrist as I brushed a piece of hair away from my face. My eyes went wide and I covered up my wrists.

"Tori?" He whispered, tears. That's all I felt coming on. Just tears, why did my pathetic lifestyle have to get into the way of everything. Why? Why me? Grant softly took my wrist and traced the lines with her index finger. Tingles were starting to form on my arm, what the hell? Grant's eyes held concentration and understanding.

"I've done the same." He told me, looking up into my eyes. Grant slowly pulled up his sleeve and I saw the familiar white marks. My eyes were wide as I absentmindeldy wrapped my thin fingers around his giant wrist, it was so amazing. Someone like him, you'd never expect it.

"Why?" I asked, I was still tracing the lines. Grant's eyes drooped a little and I knew not to push the subject.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me." I whispered, kissing one mark and looked back up at him. I gently put his hand back down and looked at our surroundings. The sun was shining and a few clouds were obscured in the sky.

I felt Grant grab my hand, and the worst part was that I didn't shake his hand off. My arm was running up and down with tingles and it felt like it was going numb.

"Youre too pretty for your own good Sweetheart." Grant said as we walked hand in hand around the city. I couldn't shake the feeling of how perfectly his hand fit into mine. What about Luke? Holy shit. I totally forgot about my boyfriend.

"Um Grant..." I trailed looking at him. His dark eyes locked with mine, they were swirling with emotion that I couldn't point out. I unlaced our fingers and turned to face him.

"I have a boyfriend, and it's Luke. You are truly an amazing guy but we can only be friends." I hated to do this, but he didn't seem fazed. I still felt bad. I hung my head low and turned to walk away but he grabbed my wrists and pulled me into a hug. He kissed the top of my head and my whole body responded. Tingles running everywhere I leaned back into him. This wasn't good. Not at all.

"It's okay sweetheart, but I'll get you one day." Oh I was in a dangerous situation. I can't like him. I like Luke, but do I love him? That was still cloudy in my mind. But with the way he looked at me I knew he loved me. Could I return the love he needed?

I let out an awkward laugh and broke Grants hands from around my waist.

"I have to get home, I had a nice day." I smiled and turned to walk in the direction of my house. Oh joy.

+*+*

I walked in the front door and saw the sperm doner sitting on the couch drinking beer. I was nervous, should I make a dash up the stairs? Act like I don't know him? I decided to go with the first and I sprinted up the stairs with my bag. I closed my door when I heard the footsteps coming up the steps.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuckity fuck. I'm screwed, he's gonna ask where I was, why I wasn't home hours ago. He's going to abuse me, well he does it all of the time. Should I call Luke? I don't know, I think my safer bet would be with Grant but I just told him I had to leave. Ugh, everything is too confusing.

"Tori, open the door." The sperm diners voice was calm. That's never good.

"Why?" I asked, daring to speak. I heard him chuckle and he started to jingling my door. Which I had locked when I got up here.

"We need to finish business. Since your whore of a mother isn't home." I could practically hear his smirk. And by "finishing business" he meant raping me. I quickly started shoving things into a bag. Clothes, bras, underwear, toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, a few ponytails, socks. Practically everything I'll need when I run away.