Hidden Beneath Each Other// L.R.H.

8

Graces pov

I wake up and feel someone's arms around me. I open my eyes and am greeted by curly blonde hair and a shirtless chest. I try to pull his arms off of me, but he just tightens his grip on me.

I force him off of me, yelling "Get off!" And he immediately detaches his arms from me. He yawns and stretches.

"What the hell Grace!" He looks at me crazily while I'm standing on the side of the bed.

"Y-you had your arms wrapped around me!" I look down at my feet crossing my arms.

"Yeah... so? I've literally almost kissed you before."

"Well I've never.. . you know what never mind." I kinda shake my head before looking back at my bare feet.

He chuckles, "what? You've never done anything sexual? Hate to break it to you, but I can tell babe." he unplugs his phone from the wall and unlocks it. "I gotta talk to Ashton, go find something to wear in that bag." He points to the black duffel bag by the edge of the bed.

I walk over to it and kneel down. "Close your legs love, it's too early for that." Luke brings the phone to his ear and starts talking.

I huff and start looking through the bag. I find a pair of black leggings with a red stripe and yet another black shirt. As I'm zipping up the bag a piece of paper slips out and I pick it up.

I examine it and I immediately see my last name. Smith. I start to read over it and I see its a note addressed to my father. I immediately stand up and hold the paper up. "What the hell is this Luke?!" He shushes me before realizing what I'm holding.

"Hey, put that down! It's not yours!" He quickly says bye to Ashton before running over to me.

"The hell its not! It has my fathers name on it! You know, the man you murdered." I try to keep the blonde boy away from the paper, but he keeps trying to take it.

"I didn't fucking murder him Grace! Now give me the damn paper!" He snatches the paper from my hands and shoves it in his pocket.

"Explain to me what that was, or I swear to god ill run out of this room and call the cops!" I slip on the pants and put the shoes on.

"You know what, if you want to know what happened so much, I'll tell you!" He runs his hand through his messy hair and sits down. "I-" he's cut off by a knock on the door. Saved by the bell I could say.

"Keep it down guys!" The owner of the trashy hotel yells.

His boots dragging against the floor tell me he's already going back to drinking his vodka. Luke picks up a shirt and slips it on walking into the bathroom with his jeans. "Get dressed." He says with a frustrated tone.

"But you di-"

"I said get dressed Grace." He slams the bathroom door.

A tear threatens to fall but I ignore it. I put on my other shirt and sit on the bed feeling defeated. I pick up Luke's phone, planning to call Ashton but its locked. I groan and throw his phone across the room.

Lukes POV

I walk into the bathroom slamming the door shut. I sit on the toilet lid and put my heads in my hands. I start tapping my foot, clearly frustrated.

How am I supposed to tell her? How am I supposed to tell an innocent child that I killed... that I killed her mother? She won't understand it. She'll immediately jump to conclusions and assume I'm the bad guy when I'm really not.

I bit my lip expecting there to be a small black ring, but I don't feel the cool touch of it.

Of course, I fucking forgot it fell out.

I stand up and put the jeans on, giving myself one look in the mirror before walking out. I see Grace sitting on the edge of the bed, head in hands crying. I notice my small black phone on the carpet across from her and walk over to it.

"Get up." Grace looks up at me with the saddest look in her eyes. I realized she feared me. Did I like that she feared me? Yes.

Graces POV

I never thought someone could be so heartless. So heartless that they just didn't care about a human being crying, but cared about a stupid cell phone.

I looked into his eyes and I saw nothing. They were emotionless.

He grabs my wrist pulling me up, and he grabs the duffel bag. "Get my laptop, and make sure you don't throw that across the room too." I wipe my tears away and open the bedroom door. Luke follows behind me, locking the door.

We walk down the steps and the owner approaches us. Luke hands him the key and then owner speaks up, completely dazed. "I hope you both had some fun." He slurs the word fun. "Hey buddy, make sure she's not pregnant." The man looks at Luke and grins.

"Can you shut the fuck up," Luke says looking annoyed.

"Just making sure you don't have a baby or get any std's." Yet again he slurs the last word.

"I said shut up you dumb ass. We didn't fucking do anything." Luke grabs my hand and starts to walk out. "And brush your god damn teeth." He slams the door shut and walks me to his car.

I sit down in my seat and cross my arms. I look out the window, the tense air surrounding me and Luke. He sighs before starting the car and pulling onto the main road. "I'm sorry Grace."

I look at him in disbelief, "no your not."

"Your right, I'm not." He smirks and continues driving.
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Author's note:

Hell my lovelies. Here's a new chapter for those of you who wanted it. I have the next few chapters already written (I'm prepared af) and I'm just gonna warn you. There will be sexual scenes/abuse, of course there's already foul language but more of that. Well, I hope your having a fantastic day, vote and comment if you liked this chapter and byeee