guys i started a new story (not a fic) called "24 floors" and im pretty excited about it. it would mean the world to me if you checked it out 💜💜
The crash wasn't too bad; just a little fender bender. The force of the contact between the two cars was enough to whip our heads forward allowing for a shooting pain in my neck. I rolled my head around in a circle while Luke cursed under his breath, "Are you okay?" He looked over at me. I nodded, "Yeah, are you?" He replied with a quick yeah before grabbing his car information and a pen. I watched as he got out of the car to go switch information with the person we just hit.
I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car to see the damage. To our luck, there wasn't much; only a small dent in the front of Luke's car. I was out of the car for maybe thirty seconds when Luke's voice rose at me, "Rebecca, get in the car now." He demanded. I looked up at him as he walked towards me. I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched him get right back into the car. I followed his actions and as soon as I shut the door, Luke sped away. I looked out the window to see the guy we just hit, and I couldn't shake the fact that he looked extremely familiar. The guy looked right back at me, and then I knew.
I whipped my head towards him, "Was that who I thought it was?" I asked. Luke just remained silent and kept his eyes glued to the road. "You said we would be safe here." I added.
"I'm sorry, Rebecca. I'm so sorry."
"What does he want?" I questioned, trying to stay calm.
"The last 7 and a half years of his life back." He replied.
"Luke I can't be dealing with this stress...I could be pregnant. It's not healthy for me or the possible baby." I reminded him.
"I know."
"Then what do we do?"
"Nothing."
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White Noise {punk l.h. au} Sequel to "Colours {punk l.h. au}"
FanfictionSick of the lack of signal. Sick of the lack of touch. Sick of the static voice. It's not enough, it's not enough. Baby, it's hard to be just what you need when all I speak is static screams. Can you hear me?
