How Far is Too Far? (boyxboy)

How Far is Too Far? ~ Chapter Seventeen ~

FALSE ALARM: This will NOT be one of the final chapters, this story will go on. I got inspired by the super sad chapters that have been happening to continue on boldly until those two are back together forever! *sobs* Labriel forever! Ew, that's a gross nickname. Pick a new one please? :)

PICTURE IS OF SYNNNN! 

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Luke's POV

I pressed hard on the gas pedal, tears swimming in my vision. He . . . he was lying this entire time. I gave him everything I had and he lied to me! Used me as a cheap fuck to get his nuts off, some type of fucking blow up doll. My throat clenched as I fought the urge to throw up everything that I had in my stomach.

At the redlight, I clumsily groped for my phone, shaking hard. My fingers found the sleek glass of my HTC Inspire, and I grasped it tightly as I pulled it from it's hiding space inbetween the cushions of my mustang. I shakily punched in the numbers and put the phone on speaker as I continued driving.

"Luke, it's like 9 in the morning," Syn's sleepy voice came over the phone, husky and soft. I could picture him sitting in his bed, his newest lover grabbing his/her clothing and leaving. "Whatcha want, Kitty?"

I swallowed, gulping for breath as I felt my heart squeeze painfully as I remembered the broken look in Gabriel's face when I was pulling away. I suddenly hated everything about today. The snow falling, the soft sun, the clouds that kept it from making things too warm, the gentle breeze that flooded through the town. I hated it all.

"Luke? Are you there?"

"Yeah," I croaked out, surprised by my own harsh voice. I cleared my throat, tears falling now. "Yeah, Syn, I need a place to stay."

He paused for a long moment before he asked, "Are you crying?"

I shook my head, then realized he couldn't see me, and replied, "No."

"Yes you are," he argued softly. "I can hear your voice hitching."

I let out a strangled sob as I bit my lip hard, trying to fight down the self loathing that had been building for the entire day. I felt... I felt like a whore. "Syn . . . can I please stay with you?"

"Get over here, I'll have the fire going and we'll watch Titanic."

I couldn't help the soft smile that forcibly tugged at my lips. "I don't wanna watch a sob story, Syn."

Synyster mock-gasped dramatically, obviously trying to make me laugh. "Lucas, Titanic is not a sob story! It is beautiful."

"Okay, you can put on that stupid movie," I said, setting the turn signal and giving the blonde girl in her Slug Bug next to me a glare that could make blood freeze. Stupid bitch had almost scraped my baby. "I'll be there in a minute, I'm turning onto your street."

Syn chuckled softly. "I'll be waiting, my precious kitten."