The Only Reason ➳ l.h

Chapter 15

Skylar's POV

I still can't believe he slapped me. I mean, he's come close a lot of times trying to slap me. But he's never succeeded.

Ever since mum left, he changed. He became more serious, more strict, horrible even. And then not even 5 months before mums passing he met Julia. It's like he never loved mum.

I wasn't ever paying attention to where I was going, I just wanted to get away from Him. Once I snapped back to reality I looked up to find my feet had taken me to a place I didn't think I would go; Luke's house.

A while back he told me the address of his house, I've never visited because it wasn't as close as Michael's. But here I am now.

I didn't even think twice, I walked up to the doorstep and knocked on the door; praying that Luke would open the door and not someone else. I didn't want a stranger to see me in this state.

As I waited for the door to open I looked in the reflection of the window, I looked awful. My hair was disheveled, underneath my eyes were red from when I was crying, my mascara had smudged slightly, and worst of all I had a huge red handprint across my right cheek. There's no way I would be able to cover this up, not even makeup can save me.

Suddenly, the door opened to reveal a small lady, her hair was blonde and long. She looked really pretty. "How can I help you?" She asked, as she took in my features. Obviously alarmed by the mark on my face.

"Is Luke here?" My voice came out hoarse.

She turned around and shouted for Luke to come downstairs, soon enough Luke was standing by the short lady. The size difference between them were huge.

He smiled at me, before his eyes went wide. "What is that?" He pointed at my cheek.

I couldn't even bring my self to speak of it, instead I just hugged Luke and cried into his shoulder.

"Mum, can you please go into another room?" I heard him whisper.

It was just Luke and I in the room now, I had finally moved my head backwards so I could see his face, still in his embrace.

"What happened?" He questioned, he looked concerned. Worried.

"I was arguing w-with my dad because I stayed the night with N-Natalie and things went to f-far and he slapped me." I buried my face into his hard chest, trying not to cry again.

"Oh my god." He breathed out, hugging me to him tighter, if that's possible.

"Wait," he asked pulling away from the comforting hug, "Why did you come here?"

Why did I come here? "I feel safe around you." The words had spilled from my mouth before I could stop them.

He grabbed my hand and lead me up the stairs into the bedroom, "Sit down here, I'll get you some ice." He pointed towards the bed.

I complied and sat down on the end of the bed as he walked back downstairs, as I was here I took my time to look around his room. It was your typical teenage boy room, filled with band posters on the wall. Mainly Green Day and Blink-182, two of my favourite bands.

The door opened once again and Luke stepped in with a cloth filled with ice. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to me, his eyes piercing into mine.

"This might feel cold," he pressed the cloth against my cheek and I hissed at the contact. It stayed there for about half a minute before I had realised how close Luke and I were. I didn't know what was happening, we both started to lean in. His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips, he looked back up to my eyes as if asking for permission. I nodded.