Bad Girl Gone Good? *Rucas*

Chapter 16: PART 1

Waking up to screaming is the fastest way to piss me off. That and turning on the light while i am sleeping. I groan sitting up the covers falling from my body. Wait a minute, this isn't my bed. Jolting up i look around the room, blue walls, black dresser, walk in closet, boy clothes all over the floor. Oh yeah, im at Lucas' house. But where is he? Maybe he slept on the  couch, that would have been so sweet of him. I get out of the warm bed walking down stairs to hear faint yelling. 

Why didn't hear this when i was in his room. I start to slowly walk down the end of the stairs looking to my right into the Kitchen. No one. I look to my left into the, really nice and surprisingly clean living room. No one. Where the hell is that yelling coming from? Now before you say; 'Maybe it's the neighbors.'. I know what that sounds like. It would be way more faint than this is. I walk into the kitchen looking around thinking maybe i missed someone or maybe they are somewhere i couldn't see. Nope. 

I shrug it off and walk to the cabinets looking for a glass so i can fix my dry throat. I finally found a clean cup and fill it with some water. I slowly takes sips of it, not wanting to make myself sick by downing the whole drink in the matter of seconds. "Ah is this the slut i found my son sleeping with last nigh?" I hear a deep voice say behind me. I set my drink in the sink before slowly turning around to come chest to face with a strange tall guy. Slowly looking up i come eye to eye with cold hard green eyes. Who does he think he is calling me a slut? Who is this guy even. 

I open my mouth starting to say something when a realization came to me. He has the same eyes as Lucas' but Lucas' eyes are soft and loving. These eyes are cold and hard, he has the same facial structure as Lucas. He just doesn't have that sharp jaw that Lucas has. He even has the same smirk as Lucas, but somehow he made his smirks feel creepy and not playful or loving. "She isn't a slut." Another not as deep voice says. I know this voice by heart, this voice gives me chills, this voice gives me butterflies. I turn to see Lucas standing there, fists clenched, jaw clenched, and his face red. The tall dude that looks almost exactly like Lucas turned to look at the charming, sexy, handsome man standing right by me. 

The guy let out a deep throaty chuckle throwing his head back. He had perfect straight white teeth. "Lucas my boy!" He says grabbing him roughly by the arm. To my surprise Lucas doesn't flinch and he doesn't change his face. He doesn't show any kind of emotion, only anger. "Is this the bitch you screwed last night?" He asks smiling at Lucas with pride. I crinkle my nose feeling discussed that Lucas actually calls this man his father. 

I look up at the fully grown man and clear my throat earning Lucas' glare to land on me and fade away and his father's cold hard eyes landing on me. "I am not a bitch and i am not a slut. I am a young women soon to be a full women." I start as i walk closer to them. "I am not a toy someone can claim for a night and then leave on the streets for someone else to have. I respect my body, i do not want grubby little hands all over it. I plan to keep my virginity until i marry the man that i love." I exclaim coming chest to chest with his father. "Im not sure why you would think i am a slut for sleeping next to your son last night but if thats how you think then you obviously have some mental issues." Wrong thing to say. Dropping Lucas' arm and grabbing mien roughly, he drags me down a short hallway and into an office. 

Lucas quickly falling behind us with a panic. Im not going to lie, his grip on me is hurting me pretty bad. "Don't do this. Please she was just speaking her mind, she didn't know any better." Lucas begs stopping at the doorway of the office. His father throws me down on a leather couch roughly making me hit my head on the hard wooden part.  "She is sorry. Riley tell him you're sorry." Lucas begs with wide eyes. 

His father throws his head back laughing. "Lucas i think she can speak for herself. And she already made her decision!" He says walking behind his desk going through a draw. I look over at Lucas with wide eyes trying to show him how scared i was. Lucas starts walking towards me when his father stepped him front of me and him. I guess Lucas got what i was saying because he started backing away and sat on the chair his father told him to. "Now Lucas, if you interrupt me she gets it worse. If you tell me to stop she gets it worse. If you try to talk to her she gets it worse." He says smiling evilly and Lucas. "Now! Let's get started shall we?" He asks chuckling as he picks me up by my arms and throws me on the ground. "Get on your feet slut!" He yells madly. 

I look up at Lucas with tears. I know what you're thinking; 'What happened to being strong and not showing your emotions?' Well guess what, thats out the fucking door. I am scared out of my fucking mind and i want Lucas to know that. I stand up trying to suck back my tears not wanting his dad to know im afraid. He stops in front of me and smiles giving a light chuckle. He slides the knife down my shirt cutting it all the way down the middle. "She has got a real nice rack on her boy." He says looking at Lucas with a big grin. I looked at Lucas and he had his jaw clenched. I could tell he was pissed off. "Thats too bad." He says faking a frown and puts pressure on the blade dragging the blade down my left breast. 

I let out a loud scream grabbing onto my pants. Lucas stands but doesn't walk any further. He has his fists clenched tightly by his sides. Tear run down my cheek unwillingly. "Oh come on! That's not even my sharpest knife!" He exclaims chuckling as he drags the blade across my stomach lightly still cutting me with it. My knees started to feel weak and i started to feel dizzy. I look down to see the red thick liquid ooze down my stomach and onto my pants. "Now I think i am done with the front for now." He says smiling like the cheshire cat. This sick bastard. He walks behind me biting his lip. Next thing i know my shirt is completely off and he is dragging the non-sharp part of the knife down my pack. 

He moves my long dark brown hair out of the way and onto my left shoulder. I feel cold wet lips touch my shoulder. I shiver from the coldness of his lips. "Beautiful." He mutters so only Lucas and I could hear. I don't know why he is acting as if someone else is in the room. I close my eyes, my lips and chin trembling. He switches the sides of the knife and drags the cold metal down my back slowly and painfully. 

"Please! Please stop." I cried out in pain. Right as the knife stopped right about my lower back i hear an uneasy chuckle. His father walks in front of me and pokes his bottom lip out as if he was mimicking me. "Please stop." I beg the tears running down my cheeks freely. I would say this hurts more then my dad not caring about me for all those years, but that would be a lie. My dad not caring for me all those years hurt bad. Those years will leave a bigger scar than any of these cuts. 

Lucas looked at me with worried eyes. His father groans in frustration and throws the knife at the wall. "You were boring anyway." He exclaims rolling his eyes. Before i knew it He was dragging his finger along the cut on my stomach. I screech tumbling back and falling on the couch. He chuckles and walks out not before hitting Lucas in the arm with his left arm. 

I finally broke. I cried out everything. From their deaths to now. Everything that has happened over the years. Lucas rushes over to me taking off his shirt and wrapping me in it. "Shh baby girl. I am going to get you out of here. Is your dad home or anyone do you think?" He asks making me look at him in his eyes. I shake my head No not being able to talk. He nods his head and kisses my forehead before picking me up like i am a feather. I hold onto him tightly as i cry my eyes out. He carries me out of the house walking to his car and sets me down in the seat next to him. 

"Lucas." I whisper looking down at his shirt. I just now realized that it was white. Lucas looks over at me with concern. "This is a white shirt." I choked out cracking a small smile. "I will wash it for you since this is my fault." I whisper pouting a little not meaning to though.

"Baby girl you look at me right now." He commands as he lifts up my chin lightly. "This was not your fucking fault. It was that sick bastard that i call father!" He says sternly. I nod my head looking down a little not making eye contact. "Dont look down Princesse, that crown will fall." He says lifting my chin back up giving me a small smile.  I give one back looking from his lips to his eyes. As if he could read my mind he leaned in a placed a chaste kiss on my soft lips. I kiss him back smiling slightly.  

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