Muzzled BxB

Chapter 3

Trigger warnings

Abuse

Warped thinking

Homelessness

When you love somebody you stick with them through thick and thin. So many people would say I'm crazy for staying like Luke but they don't understand. He has some anger issues but who doesn't? Atleast that's how I used to justify his behavior. I didn't know the whirlwind of a mess I was really into. The first time I actually walked out was late December. I was decorating for Christmas when we got into another fight. I don't even remember what it was about but it had to be something stupid. It always was. This time he took it too far. He slammed me into the wall with his hands around my throat. I had never felt so afraid of him before in my life. As my vision began to blur and my throat burn I realized I had to leave. Lukas would kill me without hesitation. I always thought he was bluffing, because he loved me, but I was wrong. When he finally let me go it felt like a head rush. It took my body a couple minutes to readjust to being able to breathe. His lips were moving but I couldn't make out the sounds. It had to be the adrenaline, because next thing I knew I was pushing past him and out the door. I heard him screaming my name but my feet wouldn't stop. It didn't matter that I had no shoes or coat, something in my body told me to keep running. The sidewalk was frozen and I kept crossing my fingers in hopes I didn't slip. I didn't hear him behind me but I wasn't ready to risk it.

I didn't stop to see Jax anymore. I didn't have to. He got into a good program and no longer occupied that corner. I was really happy for him and part of me wishes we kept tabs on each other but Lukas never would have let that happen. This was about three years ago but every now and again the brunette would occupy the space in my brain. I always wondered what he did with his life. Maybe I was living vicariously through him.

I supposed my subconscious must have been what was driving me because I found myself stopping at that same spot, cold and out of breathe. I huffed with my hands on my knees, my breathe freezing in the air like smoke. My lungs felt like they were ready to collapse. I looked over my shoulder, my heart pounding out of my chest. I was safe, there was nobody in sight.

At least I was safe from Lukas but now I had a new problem. Where do I sleep tonight? Will I freeze? How do I get warm? Am I going to lose my toes? A million questions went through my head. I was so tired and so cold I wasn't sure which would take me first.

I found myself curling up on a park bench. No matter how hard I hugged myself I just couldn't get warm. I guess winter wasn't the best time of year to run away. Maybe I should just go back. Atleast I could have a blanket there. Still I couldn't bring my body to move. Part of me was begging my body to listen to me, to move. The other part of me, the exhausted part of me, just wanted to close my eyes and see what would happen.

"Hey kid, you're gonna freeze your ass off out here." The voice was deep, it made me jump.

Above me was a man in a dark winter coat, the shadow hiding most of his face. The only feature I could really make out was a pair of chocolate dark eyes.

"You in there? You don't seem alright." He waved his hand in front of my face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just...waiting for someone."
For all I know this man is a serial killer, no thank you. You're less likely to be taken when they think someone is with you.

"Yeah, sure. Look I don't think you're friend is coming and if you end up on the news tomorrow for freezing to death on a bench, I'm gonna feel like an asshole. Come on, I don't live far from here. Do it for my peace of mind if that helps." His hand was reached out to me.

It took me a few moments to contemplate if I should take it or not. On one hand he's a stranger. But on the other I'm freezing. Then again I don't think there's anything anyone could do to hurt me at this point. I'm numb. And with that in mind I take his hand.

"Come on. Let's go warm you up."