Scars (Luke Hemmings)

Positions

Brynn's POV

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My stomach growled again as my father descended the stairs.

'What was that?' he questioned angrily. I whimpered and cowered back into the corner. the gashed where the belt bit through the skin on my back stung as they met the cold cement wall.

'I asked you a question.' he yelled. I looked down at the floor not meeting his cold brown eyes.

'I- it was m-my st-stomach.' I stuttered weakly. he stalked towards me and began to raise his hand.

'No! please! oh god please no!' I screamed. my screams went unnoticed.

'Stop! Can't you see she's just hungry?!' someone screamed as they ran down the stairs.

Being without my glasses had worsened my sight in the dark basement. all I could see were fuzzy characters in what seems to be a stand off.

'What did I tell you last time?' Marcus questioned menacingly. Luke looked down.

'Well!?' he screamed.

'I don't fucking care anymore! I'm completely happy with the consequences!' Luke yelled angrily. I cowards back into the wall. he looked at me with pain in his eyes.

'Take her.' Marcus said lowly.

Luke slowly approached me and scooped me up. I immediately cuddled into his chest as he carried me up the stairs. the brightness of the light from the windows blinded me as Luke carried me through the twists and turns of the large house. we soon came upon a large door of which Luke managed to get open.

The room had black walls and furniture. the lush carpet was white and soothed my aching feet when Luke placed me down. one large window stretched the expanse of a 10 foot wall with a gorgeous view of a forest.

Luke rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a bra and underwear along with an oversized Pink Floyd tee. he placed it on the bed alongside a pair of glasses.

I had yet to say a word.

'The bathrooms right through there.' he pointed to a white door. 'you can take a shower and afterwards I'll clean your cuts.' he spoke soothingly. I grabbed the clothes and the glasses an made my way to the door.

The bathroom was plain and blue, but it had a large shower and a big bathtub. I turned on the hot water and it immediately soothed the constant chills that ran through my body.

I shampooed and conditioned before stepping out. I dried myself with a towel and put on the undergarments. I stepped out shyly and eyed Luke's body as he went through a med kit. He turned around and slowly looked me up and down.

I walked over and sat down on the bed, my back facing him. he gasped and gingerly touched the long whip marks that were added to my back in the short weeks that if been here. He doused a cotton ball in peroxide and lightly touched the long cuts.

I cried out in pain and jumped off the bed. I wrung my hands behind my head to prevent myself from touching my back.

'Brynn...' Luke called gently. I turned and my nose bumped his chest. I looked up at him. 'I need to clean your cuts or else they'll get more infected.'

I nodded and walked back over to the bed and bit my knuckles as he cleaned my back. he applied Neosporin and I turned around. he cleaned the cuts on my stomach, thighs and arms and gently bandaged the cut on my forehead. he then wrapped and taped gauze around my waist and back. he then bandaged my arms.

When he was done I pulled him in for a hug. I froze when his lips pressed against my collar bone. he continued to press kisses along my neck as he spoke softly.