The Cutter's Lover

14

Tori's P.O.V

I woke up with light spilling through the window. I arch my back and feel the familiar popping in my spine. I could smell a faint musky scent. Jesus fuck, I slept in Grant's room. Why was I in here? Oh yeah, because Grant was having a miny panic attack in the middle of the night.

My back was pressed to something hard and an arm was around my waist. I slowly moved my hand and touched a solid leg, a very muscular leg at that. Anyways, I was still in the same freaking bed as Grant! For crying out loud, he might think I'm a hooker!

I over think too much. I sighed and kind of melted into Grant's firm body, his scent was not like pine or citrusy. It was fresh like, just out if the dryer laundry. That's always a good smell, but it also had that manly smell to it... It was hard to explain in a sense.

"Sweetheart, you're fidgeting a lot." Grant whispered, I chuckled awkwardly. I slowly turned to face Grant and was met with dark brown eyes and a deep sexy morning voice. Hot damn, this boy was gorgeous, I started to trace his face with my index finger. His eyelids fluttered closed as a small smile spread across his face. I started to trace across the shadow or hair above his lips when his hand caught my finger.

He slowly brought it to his mouth and kissed the tip of my finger. Effectivley sending shivers down my spine, my mind going totally blank. I just stated into his cinnamon brown eyes for what felt like forever when I saw his face inching closer and closer to mine. He was so close that I could feel his breath fan over my lips.

"We need to get up." He whispered, Grant was still holding my finger at this point. He twirled it with his own fingers. Brining my hand closer to his mouth he slowly bit the top of my finger, I laughed because of his childish behavior. That was until he encased his mouth over my finger still staring at me. I felt his tounge lick over my slim finger and pulled it out of his mouth. Now kissing each of my scars, I felt the weightlessness again like nothing could touch me.

This wasn't good, I was dating Luke. He understood me more, more than anyone ever has. He's protected me from my dad and stoped most of the bullying that's been happening. But what stopped me from calling him last night? I have to call him, slowly pulling my wrist away from Grant I gave him a soft smile.

"I have to take a shower.." I trailed, I needed to call Luke. Holy cow he might me freaking out right now. I got up from Grant's bed. I feel disgusting right now, I need the blade. Feeling so much regret sucks balls.

I all but ran to my room and picked up my phone, turning it on. I had ten missed calls and about a dozen texts from Luke. I quickly dialed his number and he picked up immediately.

"WHAT THE HELL TORI YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME!" He screamed into the phone. I cringed a little, feeling some tears prick into my eyes. Why did I cry so much? I'm so pathetic...

"I don't know, I ran away from home last night. I'm okay though... I'll see you at school tomorrow." I whispered, I'm too scared to know what he's going to say because the other line is silent. I could hear him finally sigh on the other side.

"As long as you're okay, where are you?" Shit shit shit... I TOTALLY forgot about that part.

Ha, when do I ever think anymore?

Never.

"Umm, well funny story. I'm at Grant's house 'cos it was closer to mine." I just straight up lied to my boyfriend, I was too scared to call him. Luke sighed again.

"I'm coming to get you." The line went dead after that. I dropped my phone and sat on my bed, just staring at the closet door. I could tell I had majorly pissed him off. I just hope he wouldn't hit me... Why would Luke hit me? He wasn't like that..

Well that's what you thought of your dad, didn't you? You thought he could never hurt his baby girl.

I was having a mental war with myself, I couldn't keep doing this. I needed someone to lean on. Luke was my support but I felt closer to Blake. Why can't I choose? I've loved Luke longer, well I don't think he knows I love him at all. I wonder if he feels the same...

I shook my head, I needed the blade. It will help erase all of my thoughts. I have too but I can't.

My phone started to ring again and I looked at it. Luke texted me saying he was waiting outside. I sighed and grabbed my bag.

"Where are you going Sweetheart?" Grant asked as I descended the stairs. I turned to look at him, his bare chest low hanging boxers. A god basically speaking.

"Luke is freaking out, he's here to pick me up." I whispered, I could see hurt written all over his face. I didn't want anyone to feel hurt because of my actions. It was just how life went, right?

"Well thanks anyways." I told him, turning to walk out the door. I opened it and saw Luke's car and went to go get into it. He was tapping to the beat of a song playing on the radio. He gave a small wave to Grant, who was standing in the doorway. Still in his boxers...