[ON HOLD] Dirty Pig (A Luke Brooks abusive love story)

Chapter 11

Today is my birthday. I blink my eyes open to see my beautiful girlfriend staring sleepily at me.

"Good morning," I chuckle, kissing her on the lips.

"Happy birthday, Luke," she says in a soft voice. "I can't wait to give you your present." I hum in response. I wonder what it is.

We spend most of the morning in bed. Sophie cuddles up against me and I play with her hair. It's peaceful and I like it; this is how we're meant to be. Sophie shifts suddenly and slides out of bed, shuffling out of the room. I raise an eyebrow, lifting myself out of bed to follow her.

As I enter the kitchen, where I find Sophie, I glance at the clock. I'm grateful that I got to stay in bed until this late. I got out of bed at eleven on a Thursday morning and it's my birthday, which I get to spend with the most gorgeous girl on the planet; I must be a lucky guy.

Sophie cooks bacon and eggs for breakfast. Her portion was a lot smaller than mine and was way too small to be normal, but I don't say anything because I don't want to ruin her mood. She washes the dishes and I dry them, stacking them away on shelves. I sigh, leaning against the bench. Sophie looks up at me cutely.

"Would you like your present?" She asks excitedly. I nod. "Let's go then!" She takes my hand and marches me to our bedroom. Wow. Is this present what I think it is? That's my kind of present. My dirty thoughts are shaken when Sophie shoves a pile of clothes at me. "Get dressed."

I return to the room a few moments later. Sophie is dressed in a purple floral dress that comes almost to her knees, silver ballet flats and her hair is out and falls over her shoulders in its natural, wavy state. She looks beautiful. She grabs a bag and takes my hand again. We leave via the front door and stroll down the street. After a couple of turns, we stop on the doorstep of a small flat.

"What's this?" I ask, eyebrows furrowed.

"Your present," she whispers, pulling a key from her bag. My mouth falls open in shock.

"What? How?" I mumble. "When?" Sophie lets out a laugh that sounds like angels singing.

"I wanted to live with you; just you. Gina helped me find a place," she answers. She slides the key into the door handle and opens up the flat. My eyes widen at the sight. The first room we enter is the lounge. Everything is fully furnished. Was this what mum and Soph have been spending time together to do? A blue, squishy sofa is perched in front of a small TV on one end of the room. On the other a bench separates the kitchen from the lounge. Next to the wall where the TV sits, there are three doors, one perpendicular to the wall and the other two are parallel. There are two bedrooms and a bathroom down that end of the flat. In the kitchen there is a door which is a laundry that leads to a poky little backyard.

"What do you think?" Sophie asks. I take another glance around from my spot on the sofa.

"It's great," I say. "I love it."

"I love you," she mumbles.

"I love you more." I cup her face and kiss the side of her mouth. Then I kiss her lips so lightly there is almost no contact. She leans forward, desperate for the contact of our lips, and presses her lips to mine.

"I love you most," she says into he kiss.

A/N

Ugh I have no inspiration for this story. Please be patient with it.