This book contains sexual assault, suicidal behaviour, drugs, alcohol and self harm.
If any of these things trigger you, I advise you not to read this book.
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"Who do you think you are?" I snap.
"A very hot guy that I know you can't resist," he wink...
I'm sorry for doing that to V..but there has to be some drama :)
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"I-I was just folding your clothes and arranging them into your wardrobe, when I found this inside," I stutter, in a quiet, scared voice. I truly am terrified, if I may say so. I know he wouldn't hit me. Ever.
Right?
"Sure you were," he murmurs and slowly stumbles towards me in pain. Then, he takes the picture out of my hands, placing it back, where I found it.
My phone rings, but I ignore it. I have to figure this out first.
"I-I'm sorry, Luke. I didn't mean to-" "It's fine," he interrupts me, heading out of the room. I follow him to the couch, where he lays down again with pain.
My phone won't stop ringing, so I turn it off, since it's annoying. Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait.
I lay down next to him and hug him carefully, so it doesn't hurt him. He doesn't do anything, so I get up, sitting next to him, "hey babe, I really am sorry," I whisper and I get no response.
I really feel bad. I shouldn't have been so nosy, the father thing is none of my business, unless he wants it to be my business. But of course, I must be a nosy bitch and ruin everything. Just like always. Damn I really hate myself, just like Luke probably hates me.
"Luke?" I say, my voice breaking. Then, he finally looks at me, his eyes red. He clears his throat, "what?" He chokes out and at this moment, my heart is hurting for him. At this moment, all I see in his eyes is pain, hurt and betrayal. I feel bad for not being able to help him. I really do.
All I can do at this moment is hug him, and hope it will make him feel just a little bit better.
"I-I was 8..." he sighs, "when he did it," he chokes out, "I was fucking 8 Em!" He shouts and I hug him tighter, carefully listening him, as he continues his rant, "I hate him Em.. he was so selfish.. how could he? How could he leave me with that bitch of a mother, who never gave a fuck about me!" He hits the couch with his fist, making me flinch a bit but he didn't notice, "It's all her fault. It's her fault that I'm so fucked up!" He breaks down, his face buried in my neck.
"Shh, you're not a fuck up, Luke," I try to comfort him.
My heart aches for him. He doesn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve his father dying. No one does. I do wonder, why is he blaming his mother. I don't want him to think that he has to tell me, though.
"You don't have to tell me anything yet Luke, when you're ready. Okay?" I ask him and he nods, his face still buried in my neck.
"I am a fuck up though. You don't know the shit I used to do.. before I met you. Before you made my life better and worth living. Thank you, Em," he moves his head from my neck, looking at me with red, wet eyes.
