False Hope

CHAPTER 11

Songs for this chapter:

She Will Be Loved ~Maroon 5

Wings ~Birdy

Luke's POV;

Night took too long to pass. I thought that the Whiskey bottle in my hands will let the sun rise faster but unfortunately, it didn't. It was 1:30 am when I decided to leave the bottle and get some sleep.

When my eyes decide to relax, there is a knock on the door and all my sleep fades away. I get up to open the door but I didn't expect it to be this person.

My favorite blue eyes are glassy watering behind the door stabbing my chest with a sharp knife for a thousand times.

"Becca. What are you doing here? Are you okay?" I ask her but she doesn't bother to answer.

Instead she wraps her arms around my neck and lifts her body to wrap her legs around my waist.

And she cries....

I settle her on the couch and hold her in my arms as she breaths heavily.

"Hush baby, it's okay. Fuck. It's okay baby". I try to comfort her as I run my fingers along her smooth hair. "Just calm down and tell me what happened".

"James, that fucking asshole". She says, her voice too weak. "He came by the motel and said he just wanted to check on me. I let him in and he apologized but when I told him I don't forgive him he tried to kiss me". Her breaths become heavier. "I was too disgusted of him and when I pushed him away he slapped me and pushed me to the bed". She cries and my blood boils. "He was going to rape me, Luke. After everything I gave to him. After giving him my time, body and mind. And all I received from him was nothing". The thought itself kills me. Before, when he was her boyfriend, I couldn't stand the fact that he gets to touch her when I couldn't even dare to lay a finger on her. And now, that he's done this I am in a strong need to beat his ass.

I look at the watery blue eyes that happened to be my favorite but they look too broken. Broken than ever before.

"Wh...what did you do?" I manage to say.

She collects her breath, "I tried to free myself but I couldn't. The only thing that saved me was the vase on the nightstand and when I grabbed it I hit him with it". She says and relief rushes through my veins so, I pull her closer to my chest.

"Where is he now". I ask.

"On my bed. Probably in a coma". She's trembling with fear.

"Okay, now just calm down. He's not here. It's me you're in my arms. Nobody can hurt you. It's just me". I say.

"I'm sorry I woke you up". She whispers.

"I wasn't asleep. I couldn't ". I half lie.

"Wait, are you drunk?" She asks when she spots the Whiskey bottle.

"I just had two or three sips. It's nothing really ". I say as I wipe her tears with my hand making sure not to let the smile leave my face. "Now let's get you cleaned up". I suggest and she nods.

"Do I look that messy?" She forces a laugh but she clearly fails

"I just happen to love your mess". I want to say but I can't. I don't want her to think that I'm taking advantage of her and of the time so I just smile. I lift her off the couch without looking at her.

With her body in my arms I walk to the bedroom and then to the bathroom. I settle her down as I turn the shower on.

"I think I should leave". I say. "Unless you don't want me too and trust me It wouldn't matter". I smirk and that made her laugh. A small joke wouldn't hurt.

"I think you should too". She says.

"Hold on a second". I walk to my closet to grab my favorite t shirt and a pair of boxers. Not sure if she will accept the idea of her wearing my boxers I bring sweatpants along as well. I open the bathroom door and hand them to her. She thanked me and I had to leave the bathroom and dive in my thoughts.

James is an asshole. I've never really liked him. Making his move on Becca makes me hate him even more. I won't let him get along with what he did. I'm just waiting for her to recover and he will regret this action badly.

I begin to feel guilty by the time I got it. If I've ran after Becca this would have never happened. I would have told her that I want her and that liking her is too weak to describe my feeling towards her. However, somehow I'm happy that I didn't and it makes me feel more guilty. If James didn't do this she wouldn't have ran to me, she wouldn't have let me hug her and I wouldn't have felt the warmth of her breath.

The bathroom's door open and I'm distracted from my thoughts when a wet-haired Becca comes to the view wearing my tee and boxers.

I smirk at her when I see her holding my sweatpants and she seems to realize it because she looks at the pants and explains "nobody wants to wear sweats in June".

I nod and couldn't help but stare at her beautiful body. "Come here Bee". I tell her and she seems too sleepy to realize the new nickname I've just given her. She jumps to the bed with me and rests her head in my chest and I wrap me arms around her.

"Do you regret coming here?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I'm very sleepy and you ask too many questions. And to answer you, no. I don't regret it. Would you let me sleep now?" She seems annoyed.

"Yeah.... Goodnight baby". I tell her and remove my hands from around her body but she stops me.

"Keep it there". She says. "It makes me feel safe". I couldn't help but smile at her cuteness. I make her feel safe and I'm proud of myself.

I switch the lights off with my free hand and close my eyes with an image of Becca in my mind. I don't think I've ever felt this good before.

Author's note

Bee Bee Bee, isn't it cute! Comment below and tell me if you like this chapter and the new nickname that's given to Becca.

Uhh..Btw
James is really gonna regret what he did to Bee;)