Lucas

Chapter six

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The next morning I woke up to Lucas dragging his fingers along my thigh in a lazy manor.

I kept my eyes closed and sighed lightly.

Then there came a loud thud from downstairs, I snapped my eyes open to see Lucas was already sitting up and halfway off the bed.

I scrambled up and walked slowly to Lucas who was rushing to put shirts on.

"Stay here." He said before kissing me on the forehead and walking out, closing the door behind him.

Next I heard yelling. Lucas was almost screaming in Italian as another man I didn't recognize yelled back, trying to make his voice rise above Lucas', but it didn't work.

I immediately panicked and opened the door slowly, peeking through the small opening to the hallway.

Tip-toeing to the the balcony was easy since I'm small and you can barely hear me stomp. I peeked over the railing beside the staircase and seen Lucas. He had his back turned to me but I knew his face was burning red. The man he was yelling at was almost as tall as him and bald. It was that asshole.

Lucas was holding a Glock in his right hand, flailing it around as he spoke, occasionally pointing it at the bald guy.

I frowned as I watched them yell back in forth in Italian. The bald guy was getting nervous and made his voice smaller than before. Looking around, the man spotted me. I froze.

My eyes widened and I panicked again.

I couldn't look away, I noticed he had two black eyes and a huge cut on the side of his face. Lucas must have done that.

The house was silent as Lucas turned to see what he was looking at. When his eyes met mine they widened, then he turned his attention back in the man.

The next thing I knew, Lucas threw back his right fist, white the Glock, and smashed the man's face in. Making him stumble to the ground.

"Mai guardare di nuovo, mi senti?" Lucas screamed, bending down to look at the big man who was rolling around in the floor holding his face.

I squealed and ran back into the room and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I heard more yelling in Italian and two words in English that rang clear.

"GET OUT!"

A few seconds later the front door shut hard, making me flinch.

I heard Lucas's loud footsteps coming up the stairs and into the room. When it got quiet my fear spiked.

I slowly crawled to the door and looked through  the small crack under it.

All I could see was the hard wood floor and the legs of the bed across the room. Until suddenly Lucas's bare feet appeared making me jump back and crawl back to the back of the bathroom.

He started to knock on the door.

"Kya, please open the door. I'm sorry I scared you."

My heart pounded hard against my chest as the knocking got louder.

"Kya, come on baby." He said calmly.

I hesitated as I stood up and walked a little to the door, but quickly backed up again when something hard was thrown against the door.

I panicked and looked around and my eyes stopped at a big window beside the bath. I stepped in the tub and opened the window, looking down.

It wasn't that high and I figured I could make it without breaking something.

I looked back at the door.

"Kya, open the fucking door! Or I'll break it down!"

My eyes widened and I took the step to jump from the window.

But when I jumped my foot got caught on the seal, making me land on my back. On the ground, I gasped for air, as all of it was knocked out of me from the fall.

Once I regained myself I got to my knees and stood up to look through the window only to hear a loud crack coming from the bathroom. Lucas actually broke the door down.

I seen Lucas through the window look around the bathroom until his eyes landed on me and I finally realized I should probably run now. So I did.

I ran as hard and as fast as my legs could go.

My leg was burning like hell but I didn't care at the moment, my veins were pulsing with panic.

Once I made it to the woods I looked back to see the bald man at the front door rubbing his face with a large hand. When he looked up and seen me he growled and began running towards me.

I knew if the bald man caught me he would kill me without a doubt, so I kept pushing through the trees and bushes without a second glance back.

I couldn't shift because I'm too weak and can barely even run, I'm sure I looked like a baby giraffe.

Soon I felt hands on my waist pulling me back into a chest then I'm being swung around and thrown onto a large rock.

Gritting my teeth I look up to see the bald guy, who is smirking.

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So this song has nothing to do with this chapter but I really like it.

Alarm by Anne-Marie (clean)