Summers POV.
The court date is coming up next week, and I'm nervous. They are gonna decide whether they should try and see if my dad is willing to take me, or if I need to be put up for adoption. I've been nervous and antsy all week. I just want to find out. I want to know.
Lukas hasn't bothered me too much in awhile, except for occasionally touching me and staring at me. I haven't talked to Ryder in a while, I think he just needs some alone time. Whenever I try to talk to him, he ignores me, or he just has really sucky hearing.
I haven't talked to Tyler since last night, he's been locked up in his room all day. Ms. Smith went to work I think, but she left a list of chores for me to do. By 2pm I was finished and worn out. I think today was the last day of my punishment for....I forget what I did.
I went for a run, then took a shower to get cleaned up. I decided to walk over to Ryder's house again. When I get there, I notice there are movies on the porch...weird. I walk around for a while, before returning home.
As I was playing with Candy, my phone notified me of a text.
I walk outside, and sure enough, there stands Lukas with his expensive looking bike. He drops it in the grass, then I walk down the driveway towards him.
I fiddle with my fingers as I stand in front of him, looking up into his eyes. He looks me up and down before talking."I know about you," he says, crossing his arms, but not looking angry.
I'm quiet for a second. "W-what do you mean?" I ask, not being able to keep the nervousness out of my voice.
"This is Tyler's house. You live here. You're in the foster care system. Your mom's dead. They're trying to find out if your dad is willing to take you, and if he's not,you'll be put up for adoption," he says simply and matter of factly.
"Oh," I say quietly, not really sure of how to reply to that. He literally knows everything about me. How? Why?
"So here's the deal. Obviously me hurting Tyler doesn't seem to be enough of a push for you. So unless you do exactly as I say, the whole school will know about you and your little problems. Just like poor Ryder," he smirks, his tone no longer nice.
So many things ran through my head at once. I can't let that happen. Nobody needs to know. What does he want me to do? Why is he so obsessed with me?
Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted my me being tackled to the ground, then pinned. Lukas is over top of me, both his legs on either side of my legs, and his arms pinning mine next to my head. His face hovers above mine.
"You are so godd*mn hot," he says, before crashing his lips into mine. I struggle against him, not kissing him back. I try to get my arms free, and I try bucking my hips to try and get free. But he's too big and strong compared to me. I try to scream, but it's muffled by his lips.
He finally pulls away, but I'm still pinned. He's out of breath, and obviously turned on. "Let me go," I plead, not being able to stop the tears that fill my eyes. He gets up and grabs his bike, and I sit up, wiping my tears.
"You are mine," he says, before hoping on his bike and riding off. I start to break down, and I curl up into a ball. I can't stop sniffling and crying, I just want to go home and be with my mom. Oh mama, why did you leave me?
I finally get up and walk inside, closing the door behind me. I go to walk up to my room and just cuddle with my stuffed bear and Candy, but I'm instead met with Tyler standing right in front of me.
His face turns from confused to worried as he searches my eyes. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asks softly. Him asking that made me start crying even harder for some reason. He pulls me into a hug, and my heart practically swells, with both sadness and comfort.
I hold him tightly, and we rock back in forth in a swaying movement. I feel so safe suddenly, and my sadness is soon replaced with the overflowing feeling of love I have for Tyler. Don't ever let me go.
His arms around me are my safe haven. I listen to his heartbeat and I let it calm me down. I didn't even realise that he carried me to the couch and I was now in his lap. I grip his sweatshirt as if my life depended on it.Don't let me go. Don't leave. Oh dear god, don't ever leave.
"I won't," I hear him whisper, and I lift my head up slightly. He heard me? Did I say that out loud? I look into his eyes, my confused expression displayed on my face. He nods his head, already knowing my question. He has the sweetest smile on his face. He gently pushes my head back into his chest, and I willingly stay there.
I snuggle against him, enjoying his warmth. "I love you," I whisper into his hoodie, not intending for him to hear. I close my eyes, letting sleep take my pain away.
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Awwww. Aren't they so cute? Sorry it's been a few days guys! I got lazy. My bad. I hope you guys liked this. Don't forget to comment and vote. I love y'all.
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