Lunar's Eclipse || Wattys 2019

Four: What It Feels Like

The cold hard floor in Lucas's bathroom no longer had feeling against my numb behind. I can't remember what time Lucas shoved me in here, but I know I've been here for hours... All night.

Listening to them.
Listening to that girl having sex with my boyfriend.
Listening to her pleasuring him...
Him pleasuring her.....
All night.

The sun peeping through his window and movement from the room forces me to finally lift myself from the pitiful corner I'd curled up.
Almost immediately the door shoves open and Lucas blinks at me like he didn't know I was there.

"You're still here." He says plainly.

"You locked me here." I force out the words that sound cracked because of my endless crying.

"Get out." He says bitterly and walks over to the sink.

"Lucas,--"

"Lunar get out."

"Why do you treat me like this?" I plea but he swears under his breath and grabs me by the arm.

"Have you gone deaf?!" He yells as he drags me to the front door.

"Get out." And he shoves me out then slams the door in my face.

I know it's pointless to beg and I don't even bother. My face hurts from when he hit me last night and I just stand there, wondering how to get back to my dorm.
How Tess would react when she sees me.
How to face her in my shame. My purse and everything is in Lucas's apartment, dawning on me I can't get back to the dorm any time soon, even if I want to.

I hug myself and shut my eyes, wishing I could reverse back in the dorm when Tess tried to stop me from running back to this hurtful and toxic relationship.

"I'm so stupid." I mutter, and the tears start to fall again, hurting the already painful bruises on my face.

"Not stupid. Just scared." Comes the deep voice and I open my eyes in shock to see Nathan, staring at me.

"Nathan!" I say in shock.

How long has he been standing there?

"I'm just waiting for Lucas to...um.." I stutter but Nathan is too occupied observing my face as he comes closer, and it dawns on me that I must look like shit.

I turn around immediately, backing him and forcing my voice to be cheerful.

"Don't worry, Lucas will be out any minute and we'll--"

I stop abruptly at how gently he places his hand on my shoulder and carefully turns me around.

"Your face...your body..." He is saying, eyes scanning me.

"Lunar you're ice cold." His concerned green eyes meet mine.

In a sudden movement that almost scares me, he drops his backpack and quickly takes off his jacket. Then he puts it around me.

"Thank you." I whimper, trying to stop another set of tears threatening to flow at Nathan's kindness.

When I look up at him, the muscles at his temples are flexing and his face is tense, making a vein visible on his forehead.

"Lucas. He did this to you, didn't he? He hit you again." His words are coming out stressed through his labored breathing and he glares at the door of Lucas's apartment.

I want to say what I always say, that it was my fault, not Lucas. That I should have cooperated. But when I look up and meet Nathan's green eyes that seem so filled with concern as they meet mine, I break down.