A few minutes after I repositioned myself, I heard Luke groan but his breathing remained one of someone asleep. His grip around me tightened slightly.
"Please, don't leave." He murmured, his voice gargled. A small noise came from his throat. He mumbled a couple more things that were inaudible and his breathing intensified until his eyes popped open and he moved to kiss my head. "Thank God you're still here." He muttered, once again tightening his grip around me.
"Was it a dream?" I whispered back, practically speaking into his chest.
"Nightmare." He replied. "I just don't ever want you to get hurt again." He confessed quietly.
Melissa, although she couldn't hear all of the conversation, sensed the fact that it was slightly private and got up to fix herself another cup of coffee.
"Was my dad there?"
"He wouldn't let you come to me." Luke murmured, defeated, his voice choked.
"You know it was only a dream?" I assured him. "I'm right here." His eyes glistened.
"I can't help blaming myself for all those years I didn't know about you." He spoke breathily.
"It wasn't your fault and we've already established that." I balled his shirt up in my fingers for a moment from habit before realizing what I was doing and letting go. "You said it yourself; you didn't know about me." I told him. He nodded.
"I know." He took a deep breath. "You know I love you?" He asked.
"Of course." I murmured.
"Please, just never forget that." He requested.
"I love you too." I said breathily. Melissa walked back into the room. I curled back into Luke's stomach, closing my eyes again.
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Stepbrother (Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome)
General Fiction"I just want you to know how terrifying it is to have no control. Like, physically, no control over what happens to you. Nothing. Being at the mercy of someone else's hand." The look he gave me was glazed over with pain. "The thing is, you aren't th...
