Sorry, I'm updating late. Having some personal problems ... (no not depression chill). It's also kind of hard to have so much done when you type on your phone. haha
(Luca POV)
"Sky!" I roar as I start running up the stairs towards her room. I stop at the door and start banging on it. "Open this fucking door, now!"
I hear a groan then some footsteps before the door opens slowly. She doesn't seem to give a care in the world as she challenges my glare. Her body leans against the side of the doorframe. Just wait until that smug look gets wiped off her face.
"What?" She snaps.
I smirk a little bit. I know how fast this will change. "Explain why you were not in Rain's room. I gave you one job. Why can't you honor it?"
"I wasn't in Rain's room because she said she wanted time to herself. There's this thing called privacy that people need at times." That doesn't add up...
"Rain told me that she locked the door so you couldn't come in and you eventually left."
Suddenly, Sky's whole demeanor changed. "Oh, yeah that. I was trying to get into the room, but eventually, I decided to leave, because I accepted she needed some time to herself.
I bite the inside of my cheek. Silence fills the hallway. Her eyes match mine in a staring contest that I have no intention of losing. I tilt my head a little and cross my arms.
"If you're going to lie, learn to do it with emotion. It gives more truth to it." I snap.
Her mouth opens, as if she's going to say something, but then it closes. She tries to get something out after a couple of tries. Her eyes cast down to the ground.
"We're not in the ocean. You can breathe through your nose." I grit out. "I'm going back tot Rain's room. I want you there in five minutes minimum. When you get there, all three of us will be having a talk. Get going." I spit with venom before leaving her looking like a fool between the door and hallway.
A scream travels up the stairs. I start to panic and my heart beats faster. I run down the stairs, skipping steps, and get to the infirmary as fast as I can. What's happened to me? I used to be such a cold person. I used to smile at the screams of other's pain, but I don't want it coming from Rain. I can't handle hearing her in pain.
When I open the door to the infirmary, I slowly make my way to Rain, so I don't cause her more anxiety. I lean down on one knee and take one of her hands in mine. The same electricity shoots up my arm as always when I make contact with her. Her gaze instantly shoots to mine. Somehow, her beautiful, clear gray eyes get lost in my almost pitch black ones.
Every peace of mind flies out the window when a scream escapes her lips and her eyes snap away from mine. Her jaw is clenched and her teeth are grinding against each other. Her frail hand is trying to place all her pain onto my hand. With anyone else, I would yank my hand away and tell them to suck it up, but with her, I want her pain. I want all of it so she'll stop hurting.
I want to comfort her. I want to tell her that she's strong and she can make it through, but the nurse is here, and she's fully conscious. I rub my thumb along the back of her hand. Something so small; it goes unnoticed, but not by her.
I hear the snip of scissors and look back to what the nurse was working on. She throws the rest of the string away, then gently wipes around the wound. I look back to Rain and her eyes are clamped shut. Her teeth are biting so hard into her lip, I'm afraid it will bleed.
From the corner of my eye, I see the nurse turn around to do something. I take that time to quickly reach over and gently pull her lip from her teeth with my thumb. I rub my thumb along her lower lip as if to soothe it. Her eyes glance at me before looking away to nothing in particular. Her cheeks change their color to a red tint. I smirk at the effect I have on her.
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Ruthless
RomanceDYSTOPIAN ACTION ROMANCE! (MATURE CONTENT) Sometime in the future, during a time of poorness and poverty in the U.S., people struggle to just be middle class. Many people have died off already. No more heroes. No more people to save you. Crime rates...