Scars // LH

Chapter 8- Suke Would Sink, And That's A Fact!

hello everyone! I have been on this Latin trip this week, it was so much fun but I'm really tired so this one will have to be short.

Suke Would Sink, And That's A Fact!

Was this really happening? Was all I could ask myself as I made my way along the endless corridors to the stage. Would I pass out? Would they boo me? What if they threw things at me?

*Flashback*

I tried to open my eyes. God my head hurt. I felt like my whole body was on fire with pain. I slowly dragged myself and sat up. My face was stained with tears. Or was it blood? I didn't want to move. I couldn't. It hurt too much.

He sat on the chair facing my bed. Still looking like he did before. But he looked like he was...crying? He was holding a bottle of beer. I winced as he drained the whole thing before looking at me. "Soph...I...I'm so sorry."

I pushed myself slowly off the bed, ignoring the groans of pain from my muscles. I limped over to him and he hugged me tight. It was the best I'd felt all day. He was hurting me, but I didn't care. At least he wasn't hitting me.

"I was just angry, You know what I'm like when I'm angry." I nodded into his chest. I did know. I knew all too well. "I don't want you to...be with anyone else..." I could tell he was drunk, it was suffocating his voice. The soft voice that meant he loved me. The soft voice that he always used to use before...

He suddenly slammed his lips against mine. Here we go again. I was pressed up against the wardrobe, but for once it was what I wanted. I grabbed fistfuls of his hair as he gripped my thighs so tightly I thought he'd rip my trousers. This is what always happened after an argument. It was a vicious circle. His hands started travelling downwards, past my top, down to...

"Stop." I pushed him away with as much strength as I could summon. He stared at me for a moment, then his eyes narrowed. "I knew it. You are with someone else!" I shook my head in shock as he screamed in frustration and picked up his bottle. "And that!" He pointed at my neck. "Please tell me that's a bruise!"

"I don't know!" I cried. "I don't know anything anymore, Alfie!" I dropped to the floor and curled up in a ball as he growled under his breath. I suddenly felt a sharp pain off my back as he threw his beer bottle at me. "Fuck you, we're over!" I sobbed quietly as he grabbed his shirt and slammed the door.

As soon as I heard the front door slam, I fell flat on my back and burst into tears. I let him go. There was no point. Like I said, a vicious circle. I sat up and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I unlocked it and scrolled down my contacts. Ignoring his name, I went to call the first person that came to my mind, the only person that I could trust.

David.

*End Of Flashback*

"Soph?" Luke whispered in my ear from behind me. He'd obviously noticed that I'd stiffened. "Are you okay?"

I nodded slowly. I looked down at my body, suddenly realizing that I'd grown an extra pair of hands on my waist. Then I realized. There were Luke's. The feeling was nice, it made me feel comfortable, but I couldn't get too close to him. Not yet. I sighed and moved his hands away from me. "I'm fine."

I then walked away, leaving Luke standing behind me. I didn't look back.

Luke's P.O.V.