Unforgivable

Never Again

I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine, in a house, I didn't know, and in someone's arms. I heard someone whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Soon I realized that my eyes were still closed. I didn't want to open them.

The previous events came running through my mind and I couldn't feel the arms anymore. She's dead. I started to push against what/whoever was holding me. They fought with me and, sadly, won.

I looked up seeing Luke with his cheeks stained with tears. I felt my heart break at the sight and slowly pulled him into a hug. He didn't get tense. He just squeezed me like I'd would disappear. I started to cry. The tears fell quickly and quietly, but he still knew.

"It's OK," he whispered. His warm, soft breath caressing my cheek. I tried to ignore a small feeling that went down my back. After a little while, he pulled me away and wiped away a few stray tears that had fallen. Weak.

"How did I get here?" I asked once I had stopped crying.

"After you left I was worried you would do something like this and went to find you," he said with a sigh. I remember the cuts. Stupid.

"How'd you know-"

"I figured you go to the one place where everything happened and where you felt safe, in a way," he answered. I felt myself die when he started to cry. No noise came out but he was crying. His eyes closed and he pulled me into a hug again.

Now it was my turn to say, "It's OK."

"Why didn't you just talk to me?" he said still crying. I thought for a moment. Then that moment turned into silence since I couldn't find the answer. I knew the answer; I just didn't know how to say it out loud.

"I don't know," I lied.

"You don't do this for nothing," he said holding up my arm. I yanked it away not wanting anyone to see. Even though we were alone he was here.

"You don't beat someone up for nothing either," I whispered. He stopped crying and looked at me with hatred. I flinch when his hand went up. Instead of hitting me; he grabbed my shoulders.

"Look at me," he said. His voice loud and intimidating. I raised my head slowly. He looked into my eyes and came so close I could hear his heart beating. "I will never hurt you again."

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

"I intend to keep that promise," his eyes said he was telling the truth, but his heart faltered. I felt it. His hands gripped onto me and traced my skin. He pulled me into a hug and started to say "everything will be OK," more to himself than me.

"That-"

"Why do you do it?" he asked not looking at me.

"I-"

"Don't you dare say you don't know."

"Why do you care so much?"

"Answer me."

"Because, OK, just because," I started to stand but started to get dizzy. He noticed and went to grab me.

"You need to sit-"

"Not if you're going to fucking interrogate me," he stared at me and I looked at him. He stood up. His very huge frame next to my very small one.

"I just want to know why," he said defensively.

"You don't need to."

"Yes, I do."

"Why?" silence