Bruises and Scars

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"Hear what?"

"It came from your clos-"I pressed my lips to his, shutting him up before he could say anything else. And as I thought, he forgot about the noise and got lost in the kiss. He brought me towards the bed, still kissing me. He got on top of me and I could see the closet door slide open, obviously Taylor was trying to make his way out. I pressed Luke's head against my neck, to keep him distracted. I watched as Taylor crept slowly out of the room. Before he left, he looked at me with a look of displeasure and disgust. This was so wrong. I couldn't be doing this to him. Or Luke. When Taylor finally left, I pushed Luke off of me and told him I had a stomach ache. He agreed to stay over and take care of me. See how sweet he is, he doesn't deserve this.

Later on in the week, I went back their house. Even though I didn't wanna face Taylor, I kept my cool. He acted like nothing happened, I felt so bad. He told me he loved me, which is a pretty serious thing for him. He's never really loved anybody. And when he tells me this, I go and start messing with his brother again.

"Taylor", I moaned as he pushed into me harder. "Tayyy"He suddenly stopped. "What, did you call me??"My eyes suddenly shot open as I thought "oh shit!", in my head.I stared at Luke innocently as he glared back, infuriated. He quickly pulled out of me, pulling his pants back up.

"You've been fucking my brother haven't you?

"No!" I shook my head. He put his shirt back on also, and stormed out of the room. "Where are you going?!", I propped myself up by my elbows. I looked out the window behind me, to see Taylor who was shooting hoops with his friend in the backyard. "Shit!", I quickly stood up and put my clothes back on, I glanced out the window again, seeing Luke stomp over to Taylor.

"You're fucking my girlfriend?" I could hear him yell, even though I was inside the house and on the second floor. Now I heard them both throwing punches as they beat each other up. And Taylor's stupid ass friend just stood there finding entertainment in this. I ran down the stairs and out the back door already begging for them to quit it, "Stop this bullshit!!" I ran towards them, but something pulled me back. Joe's arms wrapped around my waist, holding me back.

"Get the fuck off of me", I struggled.

"Nah, let them hash it out," Joe said, still holding me back.

"Get off of me!" Taylor now sat on Luke, straddling him. He continuously punched him in the face. Blood was visible on both Luke and Taylor's faces. "Stop it! Please stop!", my eyes started to water.

I used all my might to sock Joe in his nose. "Oaww", his head jerked back and his hands shot up to his now bloody nose.I pushed Taylor off of Luke. "Luke? Luke?!!", I pat his face, shaking his shoulders slightly. Taylor punched him until he was unconscious. What the fuck was wrong with him? More tears streamed down my face as I yelled at the boys to call the ambulance. I rested my ear on Luke's chest, praying that he would wake up.

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