My Tragic Love Story

Chapter 8

Dear readers,

I'm so sorry for the super late update. Seriously, it's almost been a year! I've been struggling with personal problems as well as school. I'm going to try to update weekly on Saturday's. If I can't, I'm so sorry in advance. Thank you for those who are still with me. It means a lot.

Love,

      -ilovetoreadaswellasu

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-Kim Smith's POV-

"Nico?" I asked quietly. But something felt wrong, and I knew even without opening my eyes. My body was in pain, sweaty, and worst of all naked. I was on top of someone and they were hugging me. Who-? Where-? I opened my eyes, and there was none the other Luke Castellan. He looked more mature at the moment; something was wrong. And how did I even get into that situation in the first place.

Instantly, I felt nauseous. I was lost and confused of how I was there, but I actually suddenly felt ill. I wanted to leave and go find Nico. As quietly as possible, I tried to leave his arms, but his grasp was way too tight. My squirming must have woken him up because without opening his eyes, he chuckled at me. "Babe, what's wrong?"

I shiver went down my spine. Something was wrong, very wrong, but I didn't know what. I quickly improvised and kissed his bare chest. "Sweetie, I need to pee. Lemme go."

He sighed. "But I need you with me."

I laughed. "Babe, I just need to pee. Don't make me piss on you."

This time it was his turn to laugh. "Okay, okay. But come back immediately."

I kissed his cheek. "Where would I go?"

He frowned. "To Nico?"

I choked. "What are you saying?" 

"You asked for Nico earlier."

"Who's Nico, though? I don't remember."

He smiled to himself. "I'm teasing, babe. Go pee."

I climbed off him and the bed. I was in a hotel room, but no way was it apart of the Casino. THere was a sadder atmosphere. Seriously, where was I? But I was more shocked when I entered the bathroom. It was modern but small. When I turned on the lights, my nausea worsened. The sight of my body was horrendous: I for the first time had messy hair and dark circles. My body was flushed red, covered in bruises, hickeys, bite marks, and scratches. My boobs and groin area were puffy and very sore. Just what did he do to me?

I almost forgot that I had lied to Luke, so I quickly thought. There was a plastic cup on the sink, so I grabbed it and filled it with toilet water. I dumped it back out into the toilet, making it sound like I was peeing. I didn't use the sink because who washes their hands before peeing? He would've gotten suspicious. I flushed and washed my hands. I made eye contact with my reflection, and my eyes were bloodshot and puffy. I had cried. ..

I transformed back into my 14-year-old body. I fell to my knees; what have I done? What happened to me? I- A voice called out. "Babe, you didn't fall in did you?"

"I'm fine." I quickly transformed back and open the door. 

Luke was now leaning on the bed, still naked. I blushed and looked away. "Can you put on some clothes?"

He laughed. "Babe, we've been having sex every night for two weeks now. Why suddenly so shy?"

WHAT?! EVERYDAY FOR 2 WEEKS?! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? HOW DID I NOT REMEMBER?!