The blue eyed Australian (L.H) {ON HOLD}

Chapter 10

(Courtney's Pov)

After I was at Luke's flat, I went home. Sam was with his friends, and my dad was sick. He was in the hospital with pneumonia for a couple weeks, and has just been released to come home last night. I had spent the night in Luke's living room. I didn't think it would be appropriate to stay in his room with him. We are just friends.

  "Daddy!" I shouted as I entered my house.

  I walked into his room to see him sleeping. He looked pale, and broken. He is a man who loves to tan and is never settling for pale skin. This was definitely not his normal self.

  I left the room, and let him sleep. He really needs.

"Courtney!?" it sounded like Sam was in my house. Great. He sounded off.

  I walked into the living room to find him falling over onto my couch. He was drunk. Awesome.

  "Sam? Are you alright?" I asked, knowing that he wasn't.

  "Hey, baby!" he nearly shouted.

  "Okay, Sam. Just lay down. I will get you some water," I said.

  "No. Comb here," he slurred.

  "Sam, you need sleep," I retorted.

  He grabbed my arm, and pulled me down onto the couch. I struggled to escape his grip, but it only got tighter. "Please, let go!" I pleaded.

  His grip grew tighter and tighter, the more I struggled. He began to grab other places I am not comfortable with. It made me cringe. He climbed on top of me, and straddled me to the couch with his legs. My hips were beginning to burn.

  "Please!" I pleaded once more.

"Shut up, bitch!" he snapped, while slapping my face, hard.

  I whimpered in pain as I tried to push him off me with my hands. He was too heavy for me to lift him with just my hands. I struggled to even move my legs.

  My phone began to ring as Sam almost pounced on my hips. It hurt my body, making me nearly scream in pain. "Who is Luke? And why is he calling you?!" Sam nearly shouted in my face.

  He answered the phone,"Who is this?"

  I couldn't hear what Luke was saying. Why was he calling?

  "She doesn't want to speak to you! Stop calling!" Sam yelled. How is my dad not waking up from all of this?

  "Luke! Help!" I managed to scream before Sam hung up, and slapped me once more.

  "Shut up!" Sam yelled.

  "Please, stop. You are hurting me!" I screched.

  The door flew open, to have Luke burst into the house.

  "Get off her!" Luke yelled.

  I sqwirmed to get free, as Sam loosened his grip on me. I didn't get out until Luke pulled Sam off of me.

  "What the hell is fucking wrong with you?!" Luke shouted when he gave Sam a right hook to the jaw.

"Luke! Stop!" I scream.

  He looked at me with a concerned look, pulling me close to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist. My head only reaches his lower chest.

  "Are you alright?" he whispered in my ear.

  "I'm fine. Please, don't tell the others about this. I don't want to get the cops involved," I pleaded.

  "You need to break up with that jerk. He needs to be put away," Luke suggested.

  "I know. But... I just don't know how," I said, nuzzling my head in his chest as we were sitting on the floor.

  Later Luke and I carried Sam out of the house and put him out on the sidewalk where he is sitting up on the ground, looking like he is sleeping up against a trash can. Sleeping away his hang over I guess.

 

(A/N:) So the update was late! Thank you all for reading this. This story will not be very long. I am trying to come up with more ideas. I will update later next month. I am having surgery so all I will be able to do is write. Till next time. Bye!