Does he really care?

Why'd you do it?

<Dakotas POV>

I wake up in an unfamiliar room. The walls are dark blue and there are sports posters everywhere. I quickly realize that I'm not at my own house nor in my room. I feel arms wrapped around my waist and I feel a steady breath in the crook of my neck. I turn my head and see Luke snuggled up and asleep. My eyes widen and I quickly try to escape his grasp, I fail the first and the second time but I manage to escape. I quickly rush over to his desk where I see my phone, I unlock it and see I had so many missed calls and texts from my dad.

Missed call from Ace (5)

'WHERE THE HELL DID YOU RUN OFF TOO.'

'SOMEONE's GONNA TRY AND RAPE YOU.'

'YOU KNOW WHAT LET THEM SEE IF I CARE, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!!'

I quickly glance over to Luke who was still peacefully sleeping. I look back to my phone and see my dad is still trying to call me, I hesitantly pick it up and put it to my ear.

'WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN DAKOTA'

'I-I was at uh friend's house' I manage to stutter whisper trying not to wake Luke up.

'YOU HAVEN'T MADE ME BREAKFAST OR MY LUNCH,' He screams.

'I-i'm sorry d-da-ad,' I mutter trying not to get worked up. 

'YEA YOU BETTER BE, JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU GET HOME OHHH YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!' he screams.

He hangs up the phone. I walk over to the edge of Luke's bed, staring at the dark blue walls I don't even notice I was crying until a tear got into my mouth.

<Lukes POV>

I wake up to Dakota squirming around trying to get out of bed. I decide to grip onto her tighter, but soon enough I let her go. I watch her walk over to her stuff on my desk, she grabs her phone and scrolls through it for a few seconds. She sighs and looks over at me, I pretend that I'm still asleep and I watch her glance at her phone again. Someone is calling her. The man on the other end of the phone is yelling so loud I can hear him. I listen to the conversation.

'WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN DAKOTA'

'I-I was at uh friend's house,' I hear her whisper to the man

'YOU HAVEN'T MADE ME BREAKFAST OR MY LUNCH,' He screams.

'Who is this guy' I thought to myself.

'I-i'm sorry d-da-ad,' she mutters.

'Oh my god, it's her father,' I instantly feel terrible.

'YEA YOU BETTER BE, JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU GET HOME OHHH YOU'RE GONNA GET IT,' her dad screams.

'What's he gonna do to her' I thought.

Then he hangs up and I see her come back over. I play asleep but she didn't notice me anyway. I watch as she sits on the edge of my bed, her head stays looking straight ahead and I'm confused as to what she's looking at. After a few seconds of her just sitting there, I decide to get up and join her, but once I do I see tears running down her face. 

"Hey don't cry everything is going to be ok," I whisper.

"No it's not," she responds.

"Hey, you don't know that," I argue.

<Dakotas POV>

~flashback~

I run out the door with my dad chasing after me. I bolt out the door and run down the street, my legs take me to the nearest bridge. I step over the railing and think.

'What if I end it right now?'

'Would anyone care'

'Isabella's right I'm just a worthless piece of trash'

I try to relax feeling the breeze on my face. 

"Dakota..."

"Dakota." I hear someone, I turn to see Luke sitting right next to me with a worried expression on his face. 

"Luke, I know it's not going to be o-," I say before he cuts me off.

"Dakota stop everyth-" before he can finish I cut him off.

"I know it's not going to be ok, do you know how it feels like to be bullied and laughed at by every single person at school? Then having to go home and get beat by your father to the point you are coughing up blood because you didn't make him food or just because he thinks of you as a walking punching bag, and your mother is too busy to realize what's been going on. Then being threatened by the man saying if you snitch you'll regret it. I literally don't wanna be here anymore and nobody cares."

By this point I was crying, Lukes's jaw dropped and he was speechless.

"Dakota I-I d," he stuttered

"Luke save it I don't want to hear it I have to go home," And with that, I walked out of his house and into mine.

<Lukes POV>

I watch as Dakota bolts out of my house, my mouth stays wide open trying to process what had just happened.

'Did she just admit to being beaten at home,'

I start to panic I've never been in this type of situation before. I pace back and forth in my room trying to figure out what I'm going to do next.

<Dakotas POV>

I rush into my house and see my dad standing in the doorway. He yanks me inside and slams the door revealing the baseball bat the was hiding behind his back. I inch backward as he's stepping closer to me. I then back into a wall as my dad continues to get closer, I try to make a run for it and upstairs but my dad grabs me by the shirt and pulls me back,  starting to hit me with the bat. This continues for about 30 minutes but multiple objects are being thrown at me. He throws a picture frame which hits me in the arm, he throws a beer bottle which shatters all over my stomach, he starts throwing the TV remotes and they hit me right in the head.

"I AM LEAVING YOU FOR A MONTH ON A BUSINESS TRIP, AND I SWEAR IF YOU DO ANYTHING WRONG I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU!!"

He screams this in my face, kicks me one last time, and walks out the front door not even closing it all the way. I crawl up the stairs and into my bathroom, pull out my razor and make 5 fresh cuts on my wrist. I lay on the bathroom floor sobbing until I hear noises coming from downstairs.

<Lukes POV>

It's been 25 minutes since Dakota left and I can hear faint screams coming from her house. I rush out the door and see her dad leaving with a suitcase in his car, my eyes follow his car down the street until I can't see it anymore I take this opportunity to run over to her house. The door is left open so I let myself in, closing and locking it behind me. I turn around and everything is broken there's glass everywhere along with broken beer bottles, picture frames, and different random objects thrown everywhere. I bolt up the stairs and into the room where I can hear someone crying, I rush into the room and see Dakota sobbing in her bathroom with blood covering her wrists.

"Dakota no," I whisper.

I run over to her who is startled by my presence. I quickly calm her down and grab a towel and wrap it around her wrist. She winces in pain as I apply pressure to her cuts

"Dakota why did you do this to yourself," I ask her.

"I couldn't take it anymore," She replies.

~Authors note: sorry for the short chapter I just wanted to get a chapter out by tonight, already working on the next chapter. ~