Since The Day

Chapter 15

"Oh my god! Oh my god! No! Get away from me," I screamed as he pushed me up against the wall, forcefully holding me there. I was out of breath and there was some blood coming from a cut just below my left eye.

"No you little bitch! You listen to me! You will respect me and be the good girlfriend you're supposed to," Thomas yelled and swung a punch at me, hitting my cheekbone extremely hard. "And you will love me! You need someone to knock you into place! And that person is me," he added as he kept his hard look on me.

Tears ran down my cheeks and I yelled again, "Let me go you sick bastard!" My salty tears burned the cut, making me flinch and close my eyes only to quickly open them again.

He had an evil look in his green eyes as he put his hand up to my throat and used that as the only way to hold me against the wall. I gasped for air, trying to get him to let go. After a few seconds he let me drop to the floor watching me crumble to the ground with a mischievous smirk playing on his evil face. As soon as I got my strength back I crawled across the floor to get away from him.

"Where do you think you're going," he yelled as he began coming after me, this time with a picture frame that was next to our bed. He kicked me in the back, forcing me to the ground. I grunted and pushed myself up to get away from him. I looked back at him and let out a long grunt.

"I hate you Thomas! I fucking hate you," I screeched as he loaded up his swing.

The glass picture frame right at me, I thought that I was done. My life flashed before my eyes

"Carrie! Carrie," a concert soft voice called. "Carrie! Come on baby! Wake up!"

When I was conscious I was being lightly shaken by the shoulder. I slowly opened my eyes to a dark room with a streak of light peeking into the room from the hallway through the door that was ajar. I could see some of the light glowing off of the person's face

I couldn't tell who it was, tears were blurring my vision and I was out of breath. But, I knew it was Luke. "Carrie, are you okay honey," Luke's soothing voice whispered and he wrapped an arm around me. I shook my head and let tears fall rapidly from my eyes.

Luke pulled me to him and so I was now hardcore sobbing into his bare chest. He was attempting to comfort me by saying stuff like "you're okay now" and by rubbing my back soothingly. When my crying finally stopped Luke slightly pulled away and wiped my tears with his thumb.

"Do you want to talk about it," he asked giving my a soft look. His hair was a mess and he looked quite tired.

"I... Thomas hit me. It was when he knocked me out by hitting me with the picture frame," I hiccuped, "That my grandparents had given me." More tears ran down my face. I wiped at my tears and rubbed my eyes thinking it would make them stop.

Luke sighed and rubbed my back slower, "I-I don't know how he did it and could still sleep at night. Especially to you. You didn't deserve that. No one does." The two of us fell into silence. I was being kept calm by the sound of Luke's short breaths.!

"I'm sorry for waking you up, Luke," I finally whispered and slowly began to drift off from the headache I had from crying.

When I woke up there was light creeping into the room from the window where the shades weren't covering. My head was resting on Luke's rising and falling chest with his hand on my side. I smiled when I saw my door was still slightly open and the hallway light was still on, he never left me last night. He. Never. Left.

I moved a little to put my head flatter on his chest. His heartbeat was so calming and steady. Next thing I know is Luke was moving a little himself. When his breathing became quicker I knew he was awake. His thumb moved slightly on my side and his hand tensed slightly.

"Good morning," I mumbled and closed my eyes continuing to take in his warmth.

Luke leaned forward a little and placed a light kiss in my hair. "Good morning, baby," his groggy morning voice was sexy. His chest just vibrated and I actually kind of enjoyed it.

I slowly pulled from his grip and looked him straight in the eyes. His eyes were still sleepy looking yet he was still fully alert. I began to lean in, when our lips met the instantly moved insinc. At some point I moved myself so I was still kissing him but laying completely on top of him.

Luke's hands ran up and down my sides until he eventually slid up my Tshirt. Before I knew it he was unlatching my bra and rubbing my bare back. His member was digging into my leg. I pulled away and gave him a look. "Are you a little excited, Babe," I asked in a seductive tone.

"Mmm," Luke grunted and quickly flipped me over. He was hovering over me and quickly leaned down to kiss me roughly. He then began to slip off his underwear.

"You bitch! I can't believe you! You think you are more important than me," Thomas' voice rang through my head.

"Luke," I pulled away from his kiss abruptly and looked into his shocked brown eyes. "Can-Can we please stop?" 

Luke scrunched his eyebrows together and rolled away from me, pulling his underwear up. I pulled the sheets up to cover my boobs. I could tell by the pace of Luke's breathing he was mad.

I'm such a horrible person. Why are my memories of Thomas to frequent all of the sudden?

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3 chapters in 24 hours! See what happens when I have some time off? Haha hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. HAPPY THANKSGIVING if I don't post another one today!

- JJ