Luke's POV
I see Cara come back and get instant relief knowing she's okay. I know I get overprotective but that's because she has never been protected in her life. I need to be the one to make her feel safe and secure.
I look at Cara's hands and notice she has things in them, when she gets close I see exactly what she's got in her hand and get ready to snatch it from her.
"What the hell are you doing! How did you even get those?!" I shout at her knowing it's my fault we're in this heated conversation as it is. I should never have put thoughts in her head.
"You aren't the only one with a fake ID," she tells me with a smirk on her face.
"You think this is good? Are you fucking kidding me right now Cara? All I want is the damn best for you and you keep throwing it in my face! What is wrong with you!?" I Shout, I go to take the cigarettes and lighters from her but she dodges out the way.
"Don't like me being in charge of my own body? Let me do as I damn please if I want to destroy my body I freaking will!" She shouts back.
"Cara! Cara, I get it okay? I do but your body isn't ready for that type of thing. You're still recovering from the head injury, y'know the one when I opened the door to see your limb body bleeding out on my fucking doorstep. I want to protect you and make you feel safe. I can't do either of them if you keep on fighting me. So please, please just hand it over." I say calmly, hoping to convince her to give me them.
She hands them to me and looks down upset. I put the cigarettes and lighters in my suitcase and lift her chin up to look at me.
"I care about you okay? I know it's a really uncomfortable and weird experience for you and you aren't used to being cared for and loved but you just need to bear with me. It's weird for me too. Just please, for the love of god, don't ruin your body more than it is. I know you've been under the impression that your body means nothing to anyone but trust me it means a crap more than you think it does so please please don't destroy it out of choice. At least let me get you to a place your actually safe to do any of the things like drinking or smoking because right now your way underweight to the point you could probably faint and be hospitalised, you are recovering from a head injury and you have bruises and broken bones left right and centre so please don't hate me for trying to help you I care so much okay?" I say pouring my heart out to this weak girl with so many insecurities.
"Your so damn beautiful and you don't even fucking realise it. You could be out of this world stunning inside and out, you just need to trust I will be here to give you the healthy body and life you need and always have deserved" I smile at her, reassuring her that every word I speak is true.
"I am nowhere near beautiful nor ever could be." She says looking down.
"Hey, hey, don't you dare think that about yourself your gorgeous with and without the bruises and scars of the man who used to hit you. You have such a beautiful personality and could never hurt someone. Like fucking hell, any other person would turn to anger or hate instead of staying true to themselves if they were in the situation you were in. You're one of the strongest people I know so don't get all sad on me now." I tell her, hoping with every inch of my body that she trusts me enough to believe me.
She looks up at me with tears down her face. She hugs me so tight and just breaks down crying. I hug her back and kiss her forehead.
"Okay now stop crying and give me that million dollar smile you hide so often," I say looking at her she turns to me and laughs, smiling.
She looks right at my face and I can't help but look at her lips. They are so welcoming and her beautiful face makes me want to kiss her more. I pull her closer to me and look at her.
"What are yo-," I cut her off by kissing her.
Her touch and warmth feels so familiar I can't help but think about the future and how excited I am for her to be moving in with me and how she's going to be so close to me 24/7 but at the same time I am scared shitless because I don't want her to get put off me by what I'm like in America and I have a feeling she will.
Her tongue works so well with mine as I move to put my hands on her waist to make her feel safe with me, I don't know what it is about her but fuck, she brings the best out of me.
She pulls away first but still stays really close to my lips.
"I said it has to mean something," she tells me.
"It does, I'm not sure what it means yet but it means something," I say speaking my thoughts out loud.
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Authors note: really happy with the way the storyline is going at the moment. Hope yall stick with me and continue reading this story, share with friends! :3
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