Summers POV.
My heart races and I sit on the bed. Lukas closes the door quietly. I play with my fingers, praying for Ryder to come soon. Jay stands against the wall, quiet as usual.
"Get lost," Lukas says harshly to Jay, and Jay quickly leaves. Lukas turns and smiles at me.
"Babe, I've been waiting for this moment for much too long. Due to certain delays, it unfortunately couldn't be sooner. Don't worry you'll be home before anyone wakes up and notices you're gone."
He walks towards me, and I get a jolt of fear. "Get away from me!" I yell at him. He quickly grabs my jaw harshly, forcing me to look up at him.
"You will not speak to me that way, and you will be mine." he says fiercely, then lets go of my jaw. He leans in and whispers in my ear, "You have no idea how you make me feel."
My eyes are blurry with tears and I'm shaking bad. He suddenly pushes me down on the bed, pinning my hands next to my head. I scream, and start to struggle, trying to get out of his hold. I choke on my sobs, and fling my body around wildly.
"Shut up!" he yells, and raises his hand. I flinch, but he never brings his hand down. "God, you're lucky I love you."
"Let me go, please! I won't tell anyone! HELP! Someone help me!" I cry out. But soon my pleads are put to a stop when Lukas's lips smother mine. His tongue plays against my lips, trying to get in, but I don't allow him access. He forces his tongue in my mouth, and I fought the urge to vomit.
His hands travel my body, and I pray that Ryder comes soon. Lukas's kiss starts to outline my jawline, and slowly makes its way down. I scream loudly, hoping to get someone's attention. Lukas pulls up my shirt, and I struggle harder. My anxiety takes over and my breathing becomes more rapid. Help, help, help. If there even is a god out there, please save me. Please.
"You are beautiful, " he says hungrily. "Any other girl would be enjoying this. Why can't you just be a good girl?"
I sob louder, and try to free my wrists. "Let me go!" I scream as loud as I can, before giving up. I let my anxiety consume me, as well as the beautiful darkness that brings me peace.
But no. The door flings open, and I am still here. Why can't I just be left with my darkness? I'm surprised at who I see, because it's not Ryder, it's Tyler. He's a mess. He has sweat and tears soaking him, and visible pain displayed on his face. He should be asleep, how did he even get here?
He glances around the room. I notice how weak he looks, his eyes strained, and his face pale. I struggle harder against Lukas.
"Jay! Jake! Gabe! Come get this boy out of my room now!" Lukas says angrily. Tyler charges Lukas, but suddenly he's on the ground as Jake and Gabe attack him. All my hope of getting out of this evaporates. But suddenly I don't care about myself. Their hurting Tyler and he's already hurt enough. I can't let them do that.
I spit in Lukas's face and he stares down at me with anger. This time when he raises his hand, he brings it down hard. He slaps my face and I scream in pain. I hear Tyler asking if I'm okay, and telling Gabe and Jake to stop.
In a matter of seconds the whole scene changes. Lukas is on the ground, I'm in Ryder's arms, and he is running. But where's Tyler. I pound on Ryder's chest, sobbing. We can't leave Tyler. "No, no, no" I keep saying as I struggle against Ryder.
But that's all I can remember. I wake up in my bed, everything seeming normal. Was it all a dream? I get up and walk to Tyler's room. My heart drops. No Tyler. I pull out my phone and text him, but I get no reply. I put on my flip flops, then run out of the house. I stop not knowing where I'm going.
I can't believe I left Tyler. I'm a terrible friend. I call Ryder and he picks up. "Hello. Are you okay?" he says.
"No. Where's Tyler?" I say unhappily. I hear a sigh from across the phone.
"Come to my house."
"Alright, I'll be there soon." I say, and practically run there. I knock on the door and Ryder answers. He looks sad. I walk past him and into the living room. And there's Tyler. I run over to him, where he lays on the couch. I fall to my knees on the ground next to him, and burry my head in his chest.
I start to cry and mutter, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"
"You're acting like he's dead," Ryder says from behind me. I turn around and glare at him. "We left him! You left him!" I yell at him.
"I obviously came back didn't I?" he says.
"Look at him!" I scream, but then I hear a groan come from Tyler. "Sorry," I whisper.
"He probably has a concussion!" I say quieter.
"I do?" Tyler says groggily. I practically jump on top of him and hug him, at least until I realise I'm hurting him.
"we have to get him home before his mom wakes up," I say, already helping Tyler sit up. "How do you feel?" I ask him.
"Like sh*t, " he replies with a groan. I rub his shoulder, feeling terrible. This is all my fault. Ryder gives us a ride home, and we thank him. I help Tyler to his room and immediately clean all his fresh cuts and bruises. He tells me about his rib, and I check him for a fever. He is indeed warm, and I start getting medicine and soup and anything he needs.
I hope he doesn't have an infection. I rewrap the bandages, keeping it a bit looser. I lay down next to him and give him a light hug. "Thanks for saving me," I say to him. "again."
His eyes are closed, and I can tell he is exhausted. "Anything for you," he mutters before falling asleep. I ponder on that for awhile. He did indeed come for me even though he was already hurt. He is my hero...that may sound cheesy, but it's true. He has saved me and has done everything he could to protect me.
How could I not love someone like him? But my only question is, does he have the same feelings for me?
I get up and go to my room, falling asleep with only one person on my mind.
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I decided to end this one happy:)
Comment and vote if you liked it. I will soon be bringing Ryder into this more, so get ready for an adventure! I'm also gonna add in Summers friend that she made in the early chapters, if you still remember her. Thanks for reading and I hoped you liked it!
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