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Stumble Down Memory Lane

"Hurry! We want to beat the lunch hour rush!" Luke pressures you urgently, pushing you along and into the Starbucks cafe around the corner. "Ok, ok, calm down!" you giggle, stepping inside the refreshingly cool cafe. "See, there aren't even that many people here ye......" you start to say to Luke, but freeze mid sentence. Your heart literally stops beating and your blood runs ice cold, despite the heat outside. for a moment, you feel paralysed, unable to move or function, simply gaping at one of the men standing in line at the counter. It's not him, you tell yourself. You're imagining things again. You try to loosen your rigid muscles, but anxiety and pure fear won't let you. You remain fixed on the spot, your eyes staring holes into the guy reading the overhead menu of drink. He moves his head slightly to the left, revealing a profile you have come to know all too well. Full on panic hits you, crashing into you like a racing car going 250 km/h. The same heart that had moments ago ceased beating is now pounding so quickly and fast, it might give out or explode any second. "(Y/n)?" Luke asks gingerly. You don't even hear him over your internal screaming. I have to get out of here! You whip around, wanting to flee through the exit, but hungry business men and skinny white girls are already starting to flood through the doors, blocking your escape. Instead, you bolt to the lady's restroom, not even thinking of explaining to Luke what is going on. It takes a good five minutes for you to stop pacing in the bathroom and wrap your head around things. Finally, you sink to the white tiled floor, beginning to sob. Painful memories creep back of Dexter's fists swinging repeatedly in your face, slamming into your body, his hard biker boots kicking your delicate organs, the countless bruises and scrapes you always tried to hide and cover, unable to ever wear anything sleeveless or short. You sob harder, remembering his fury when he was drunk or after fights. He abused you for weeks until finally, you confined in one of your best friends and she helped you break free of the vicious cycle of beatings and apologies, you forgiving Dexter and taking him back. You haven't seen him since you left him a voice mail saying it was over. You didn't dare do it face to face, he would possible have destroyed you. For months after the break up, you dreaded going outside, seeing his face everywhere you went and waking up screaming in the middle of the night, convinced he was hiding in your room, ready for your next beating. Since you had started dating Luke, you had almost completely forgotten about him. It had taken you a very long time to trust a boy again, but when you finally opened up your heart to sweet, sensitive and affectionate Lucas, you found love in it's purest and most beautiful form. Now he's back. Back to haunt you and torment you.

You have lost track of how long you've been cradled on the floor, hiding from Dexter. Now, you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You cover your mouth, terror surging through you as you half expect Dexter to barge in, wearing that terrifyingly manicing look on his harsh face. "Babe, are you ok in there?" Luke's light yet slightly worried voice clings through the thin walls. You let out a muffled sob. You can't let Luke see you like this. He knows OF Dexter and a lot ABOUT him, but he's never actually seen or met him. You don't want Luke to get hurt by doing something he'll regret when he finds out Dexter is in this very coffee shop. "Babe? I'm seriously worried, you've been in there for almost 20 minutes, are you ok?" he continuous to ask. You want to assure him you're fine, but heavy heaves of ragged breathes prevent your ability to speak. After a few minutes of continued silence, Luke announces he is coming in. Before you can scramble into a cubicle, Luke has entered and sees you, sprawled on the floor beneath the sink, cowering away. "Oh my god, (y/n)! What happened?" he immediately exclaims, his face filling with shock and concern. This, for some reason, triggers a new wave of emotional crying, as he takes you into his arms and you hysterically cry into his shoulder. Girls coming in give Luke dirty looks but he doesn't budge, simply humming comfortingly to you whilst stroking your back in a calming manner. "He..... He's here" you eventually spit out. "Who's here, baby?" he whispers. "D-D-Dexter" you stammer, letting out a loud hiccup. You feel Luke's muscles tense up and he pulls back. "What? Where? I swear to God, i'm going to...." he growls darkly, determination of destruction written in his sky blue eyes. "No!" you shout, clinging onto him. "Please Luke, I... I just want to go. Please" you beg. He stops, taking one look at you and deciding that you are his priority, recognising you need him and that beating the crap out of Dexter wasn't going to make anything better. "Ok. don't worry, baby girl, it's gonna be alright. I'll go check if he's still there. What does he look like?" You give him a brief description, although you doubt after 25 minutes he'll still be out there. Sure enough, Luke returns with good news, saying he isn't to be seen. He helps you up from the floor. You feel so sore from being slumped on the hard floor for half an hour, feeling weak, like a broken rag doll. You have to let Luke support you as he takes you out of the Starbucks and back to his house as quickly as possible. "Th-Thank you" you sniffle, having calmed down a bit by the time you arrive. He doesn't respond, simply hugging you tightly, assuring you he will be there for you no matter what and that he will always love and support you.