Without A Trace(Luke Hemmings FF)

Seven

Luke's POV:
We are just arriving to the new hotel after driving for 18 hours. It's 3am and we are both exhausted, but we stay awake and talk.

"I'm going to take a shower." She tells me. I nod and sit on the bed. This hotel room has two beds, so I sit on mine. My phone starts ringing and I look at the screen. My mum.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Okay, Luke. You're scaring me. I want to know where you are." Her voice is shaky.

"I can't tell you yet, but I'll be home Monday morning, promise." I say.

"Luke, what is going on? I do not approve of this." She whines and I sigh.

"I'll be home Monday and you'll be glad that I did what I'm doing." I promise her.

"Please be safe. You're my only child and I can't bare the idea of something happening to you." She worries.

"Don't stress, mum. I have to go, but I'll call you tomorrow and explain everything on the drive home, okay?" I speak.

"Okay, honey. Goodnight." She says then hangs up. My phone rings again, but this time it is from an unknown number. I stare at my phone for a second before answering.

"Hello?" I speak quietly.

"Luke, you little bastard! You bring that girl back here right now or I'll find you and I'll kill you both, you hear me?!" My father's voice growls.

"Dad, I don't have time for this. Goodnight and I hope you like prison food, you sick fuck!" I spew back, then hang up. I choke down the knot in my throat. I want to punch something. I hear the shower turn off, so I quickly gather myself and sit on the bed. A few moments later, Zoey steps out of the bathroom wearing a pair of short shorts and a tight tank top, making her look unbelievably sexy.

I stare up and down her body and take in the bruises and scars. It pains me to see them and yet I can't look away. She stands in front of the closet mirror and stares at her marks again. I can tell that they make her self-conscious. I stand to my feet and walk over to her.

"You're beautiful, you know." I say just louder than a whisper. She jumps and turns around to face me.

"You know that, don't you?" I add, taking a step towards her, closing the gap. She shrugs and looks down at her feet. I lift her face to look at me and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She scans my face, trying to read my intentions. I lean in and plant my lips to hers, kissing her passionately. When I pull away, I search her face for her reaction. I scan back and forth between her eyes. She pulls me back in and kisses me again, running her fingers through my hair. She tugs on the hem of my T-shirt and looks at me as if she's asking for my permission.

I pull my shirt over my head and pick her up, setting her on one of the beds. I hover over her and kiss her again. I pull her tank top over her head toss it to the floor. I flip her on top of me and kiss her as I work at her bra. As soon as I unhook it, I throw it to the floor. I see bruises on her boobs, but I don't stare because I don't want to make her self-conscious. I flip her back over to where I'm hovering over her again. I pull her shorts down along with her underwear.

Zoey's POV:
I'm completely exposed. The only time I've been this exposed has been when I... No, it's still too hard to think about, yet it's all that's on my mind. He pulls his shorts down along with his boxers. He kisses my lips as he pushes his manhood inside of me and thrusts a couple of times, but I start to feel like he's suffocating me. I can't breathe. I push him off of me and gasp for air. I cover myself with the sheet.

"Are you okay? What happened?" He worries. I take one more deep breath in and nod.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I..." I gulp. He wraps his arms around me and lays me down next to him, my head laying on his chest.

"You're safe with me. Whenever you do want to talk about whatever happened while you were gone, I'll be ready to listen." He says, barely louder than a whisper. I don't reply. I just listen to his heartbeat that's slowly steadying itself after what we just did. Or, almost did.

"I hope you know, though, that no matter what happened, you aren't at fault for anything. You are the victim." He adds and I feel myself start to get choked up. He tilts his head down and kisses the top of my head.

The Next Morning:

Luke's pov:
The next morning, I wake up and Zoey is still asleep on my chest. I kiss her awake and she smiles.
"We've gotta get on the road. We'll make it to Sydney tonight, but I figured we'd stay at a hotel tonight and take you to your family in the morning." I explain. She nods and we both stand up. She walks to the bathroom and I can't help but watch her naked body as she walks away. I stare in the direction of the bathroom for a minute, even after she disappears into the bathroom, before realizing that I haven't moved and I'm still standing here naked. I grab some clothes and get dressed.

...

We're in the new hotel room in Sydney and it's midnight. We both get into our pajamas.

"I'm going to call my mum." I tell her as she sits right next to me on the bed. She nods.

"Hello?" My mum answers.

"Okay, so do you want to know where I went?" I ask.

"I think I've made it pretty clear that I do." She retorts.

"I found Zoey." I tell her.
"You what?!" She gasps.

"I'm bringing her home. She's with me now." I add. I can tell she's crying, but not near as much as I know Mrs. Delany is going to be.

"But how?!" She wonders.

"Remember when we were at Mrs. Delany's house and I told you I had to do homework?" I ask.

"Yeah?" She states.

"Well, I actually pieced together things that she was talking about and realized what was going on." I illuminate.

"Why didn't I realize you didn't have homework? You just graduated!" She blurts out.

"I don't know." I chuckle.

"Mum, there's something else." I sigh.

"What is it?" She asks.

"The man that kidnapped Zoey is Dad." I tell her. She gasps.

"What? That's impossible. Your father died." Her voice is shaky.

"They never found his body, though. I saw him, mum. He's lived this second life with some piece of shit alter ego where he kidnaps and murders people." I tell her.

"I-I don't know what to say." She's crying.

"There's nothing to say, mum. I love you. We'll be home in the morning. Can you tell Mrs. Delany for us? We'll be home tomorrow morning." I ask.

"Of course. I love you, son. See you tomorrow." She tells me and hangs up. Zoey wraps her arms around my bicep and rests her head on my shoulder.

"How are you feeling about being back tomorrow?" I ask, looking down at her. Her eyes are closed, but she's awake.

"I'm ecstatic, but nervous. I know my mum and dad are going to hound me with questions and I don't want to answer them." She states honestly.

"Just tell them that you don't want to relive everything. That you need time to breathe." I relay. She nods and yawns. I look down and she's asleep. I chuckle to myself and pull the covers over her. I watch her for a moment. She looks so peaceful, so perfect, so effortlessly beautiful. I sigh and walk to my bed, laying down and falling asleep.

A/N: Sorry that I took so long to update! I've been crazy busy planning my sister's baby shower, but I'll try to keep up!
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