Lucifer (H2OToonz)

-Helping-

//Delirious pov\\

Luke was still ticked off about what happened yesterday, so he slept in his own bed, not wanting me to get more scared. I didn't realise how lonely it feels, being in an empty bed all by myself. I forgot the feeling.

I got up, as always in boxers and a top and walked into Luke's room. "Morning baby", ah so he's already awake. Sweet. I climbed on top of him and rested my head in the crook of his neck. "Can I go to your work again today?", "Corse you can. Maybe you could help out a little more, seem as you're getting the hang of things", I just hummed in reply as Luke's body heat made me want to melt into the coziness it was offering and fall asleep again.

"Let's get in the shower, that'll wake us up", he suggested, lightly tapping my back.

An hour later, we made it to Luke's work and people were already piling in. We were late because we decided to walk to whole way, it was a sunny day after all. We wanted to get a bit more of the sun.

"Where have you been? Andrea is off and we're busier than yesterday. We can't have people being late!", Nick flailed, trying to serve as many people as he could. Me and Luke rushed behind the bar and started helping him. "Who's Andrea?", I asked. "He serves the drinks to people who order from their tables. AND NOW WE DON'T HAVE HIM!", wow he's was frustrated.

"I can do it", I offered. Nick turned around and held onto my shoulders firmly, "WOULD YOU? OH THANK YOU SO MUCH!", he hugged me tight. "Are you sure about that Jon?", I nodded, clipping one of those bags around my waist to carry a pen and note pad. "I used to work in a coffee shop, I know what I'm doing", I chuckled slightly. "How come your not there and in this dump?". Fuck, I didn't expect that question. Luke shot daggers at me which made me nervous. "Uhhh I... got fired?", Luke winked at me and carried on making drinks, as I calmed down. "Oh, that sucks", Nick answered.

I managed transporting the drinks to various places, somehow dodging stray limbs as people danced and threw money at the strippers, cheering and whistling. I placed 8 drinks on one table and was about to leave til someone grabbed a hold of my wrist. "What's a cutie like you doing in a place like this~", the guys purred, pulling me closer. "I'm just helping around, now please get off", I tried prising myself out the strangers grip, only for him to hold me tighter.

I was about to raise my voice but he covered his hand over my mouth and dragged me to a storage room. "You're gonna do me a favour and keep your pretty little mouth shut", he threatened and shoved a rag in my mouth from a shelf. Atleast it was clean. He spun me around pressing himself against my back, tying my hands behind me, as he hooked his free hand around the westbound of my jeans. All you could hear from me was muffled cries as tears streamed down my face as he grabbed the back of my top and pulled it over my head so I couldn't see what he was doing.

I tried screaming, shouting and wriggling out his grip. But it was no use. He was slowly pulling down my jeans when I suddenly remembered that Luke can hear my thoughts.

*LUKE!... HElp!*, I cried.
*WHERE ARE YOU!*
*S-storage room*, I sobbed even more.

My jeans were at my ankles and the man was about to pull down my boxers until Luke barged through the door. I couldn't see his expression or actions and frankly, I don't think I wanted to at this moment, but I'm sure he was furious.

"Who the fuck are y-", he was cut off with a loud thump, maybe Luke threw him to the ground? "Keep you're filthy hands off him", Luke growled, "Fuck you!", shouted the guy.