Without You

Sequel Chapter 10 "My cuddle buddy"

*AUBREY'S POV*

"Is that Daxton's truck? I swear, if that's Daxton's truck," Luke trails off as he drives down Ella's long driveway.

Well, that's not good.

"I'm going to whoop his ass again. Nope, I'm going to do worse, you best close your eyes now baby, it's not gonna be pretty," he warns me.

Along with Daxton's truck, James's sits beside it.

The whole car ride here, I tried to come up with reasons as to why James would want to talk to us. I came up with nothing.

"Oh my goodness gracious, Luke. Don't do anything to him, what'd he do so bad anyway?" I question but Luke stays quiet.

Last year when Luke brought me here for Thanksgiving, Ella and I walked into the house with the two of them in a full-on fight. To this day Luke still hasn't told me what caused them two to brawl.

He parks the truck beside his dad's truck but he doesn't move. He turns to me, grabs my hand, and brings it to his lips.

"He said something about you that was very disrespectful and I wasn't going to stand there and let him talk about you like that," he says.

He gets out of his side and I open the door to mine. He places his hands on my hips and he lifts me out of my seat carefully.

A permanent frown etches itself onto my face as I go over the disrespectful comments Daxton could have said about me.

"You don't have to be so careful around me," I halt my step, making us both stop. For some reason, I just really want to know what Daxton said about me.

"Sweetheart-"

"No, It's okay. I can take a hit," I give him a determined face and he lets out a pained sigh.

"I don't even like thinking about it. Or saying it. I don't like the word he used, except for when I call Eli it," he explains and my eyebrows furrow.

I go over mean words he calls Eli a lot in my head but I don't come up with any that Daxton could have called me.

Maybe the b-word and if it was, that's not very nice.

"The b-word?" I ask and his gray eyes look into mine.

"He didn't call you anything- he said you hav- he said you must have some good...pussy," his face visibly cringes as he says the last word.

"Doesn't that word mean-oh!" A loud gasp escapes my lips as I realize Daxton was talking about my lady part, "t-that's inappropriate beyond my belief."

"I don't like that word, let's stop talking about it," he grabs my hand again and leads me up onto the porch.

I would have loved if I could've met Charlotte Taylor.

Luke may not have been a saint before we met but as long as I've known him, he has respected me and, well, people he likes and people he doesn't like, he just doesn't talk to.

She must've been such an amazing person and mother.

Without knocking, Luke just opens the door and he pulls me in. We hear voices in the kitchen so that's where Luke leads me.

"You're a shit ass," Charlie's recognizable voice says calmly and I get a view of him talking directly to Daxton.

"Hi sweet pea's," Ella greets the two of us once she sees us. Luke releases my hand and he walks up to his cousin and grandpa.

"Daxton came over a while ago and everything seemed to be going fine," she sighs, "then about fifteen minutes ago, everything went to hell in a handbasket."