Art Deco // Muke

Huit

The next morning I woke up in an empty bed. My clothes was scattered all over the room and Mr. Bates was no where to be. I looked out the window letting the sun hit my face.

I felt dirty as I slipped on my shirt. It was baggy and ended right where my boxers did. I walked the few steps to Luke's room. I opened the door slightly and slipped in quietly. Luke was passed out on his bed with a red dress and lipstick smeared on his lips. One of his hands was hanging over the edge of the bed a empty bottle of vodka on the floor.

I cleaned off his lips and took off his dress, being extra careful not to wake him. Then I slipped off my shirt and put it on him.

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I didn't say anything as I felt someone climb into my bed with me. I just wrapped my arms around there waist and breathed in there sent.

"You wanna go out tonight" Luke whispered. I nod my head and we fall asleep again.

He had another bruise on his leg.

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Luke looked beautiful with purple bruises on his skin. He smiled up at me as his hand slipped out of mine. My heart clenched as he extended his arm out. A tall man we had meet out on the streets was tightening his belt around Luke's forearm.

My face paled as Luke threw his head back and the needle was was pushed into his arm. Luke was never one to turn down drugs.

He put his life out on the line.