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chapter 27 - crack the whip

[day 36 of break]

"You're an irrelevant piece of trash, you know that?" I screamed at Luke. He's been nothing but a rude bitch to me for the last half of the year and I want to cry. I remember when I first met him. He was so cute and nice. What the hell happened?

"What did I do?" He asked, faking innocence. I remember all the times that worked on me, not anymore.

"You treat everyone but Calum like a bag of dog shit. You lead me on, make me like you, and then throw me on the ground. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you stepping all over me and thinking it's ok. It's not. Never has been, never will be. Just because you're a suicidal prick doesn't mean you can take all your problems out on everyone else." I finished my rant. I was out of breath from all the talking but it needed to be done.

Luke liked like I had just stabbed him in the chest. His eyes were wide and his mouth was agape. He looked worried and scared all in one.

"Why did you just say that? I'm not suici-"

"Cut the crap, Luke. I just saw your stomach when you were coming down the stairs. Now I know why you never take your shirt off. You have so many scars. All over." He closed his mouth and shut his eyes. He wrapped his arms around himself and sunk down to the floor. He started to shake and cry. Not full on sobs but just small, pitiful cries. Like a baby who was left all alone on a doorstep.

"No one knows. You don't know what I go through everyday Michael. It's a struggle just to make it until lunch. I have so many thoughts consuming my brain I don't know what to think most of the time. My mind does something my heart doesn't want and I get mad. I can't control it. I know when it's coming yet I can't stop it. I'm going crazy Michael." I was shocked that he opened up to me like this. He is usually quiet and keeps to himself. Or beats me. I was also angry that he thought he was to only one who suffered. I suffered. He makes me suffer everyday and he has the heart to tell me I don't know.Well tough titties, that's not how it works.

"You think you have it bad? You think I don't suffer everyday like you do? Well, you're wrong. You make my life a living hell every single day and I can't do anything about it?" Luke stopped shaking and crying once I started talking. He was looking at me intensely. "I come home every night wondering if I should stay until tomorrow or should I end it now. My own parents hate me. My friends are all in relationships, well were, and I'm lonely. The guy I like hate me and is a total ass to me. I'm tired of being stepped on and I won't take it anymore."

Luke eyes held intense anger. He slowly uncurled his body and rose from the ground. He went to stand right in front of me, but I tripped him. He fell backward and landed on his butt. He gasped loudly and grabbed his butt. I sent him a cocky smirk but I could tell that was the wrong move. His eyes held so much anger. It was just very intense anger.

I attempted to make a run for the door but it was too late. He had gotten ahold of my ankle and pulled me to the ground. I ended up hitting my nose on the floor, making it start to bleed.

"Shit," I cursed. I plugged up my nose with my fingers and rolled on to my back. "What the fuck, Luke?" Luke payed no attention to my words and proceeded to crawl on top of me. He sat on top of my crotch and I groaned. Not now, please. I was too busy trying to not get worked up to notice Luke raise his fist. I wasn't fast enough when I did. "Luke, no!"

He punched me. And it hurt. I winced and went to grab my cheek but Luke held my arms above my head.

"No. You're going to take what you're given, and you won't have any choice," he demanded. I nodded weekly. He let go of my arms and placed his by his sides. He stared into my eyes with a scowl on his face. I wondered what was going through his head. It seemed like his mind was jumbled all the time. "Stay," Luke said, getting up hesitantly. I didn't move an inch, afraid he would jump me or something. He continued to stare at me while walking away. He turned to pick up something off the floor. I couldn't tell what it was from where I was on the ground, but it was something black. He put it behind his back and walked over. He sat on top of me and starting smiling creepily. "Turn on your stomach, Mikey."

I did as I was told and never dared to look back. I laid my forehead on the floor and tried to make it so my nose didn't touch the floor. I had no idea what was happening until I felt a sting on my back.

"Ow! What was that!" I screamed. I turned my head to get a better look but I just felt two more waves of pain. I cried out and begged for him to stop. "Luke, please, whatever you're doing, please stop!" He payed no attention to me and just hit me harder.

"I got this for me and Calum, but I'll try it out on you first." He continued to hit me and I still had no idea what he was doing it with.

"What the fuck are you hitting me with?" I whimpered. He roughly grabbed my head and pulled it off of the floor. He showed me what was in his hand and a gasped. A whip. "You and Calum are some kinky basturds!"

"What can I say?" He smirked. He pushed my head back to the ground. I groaned in pain when my nose started bleeding again. He continued to whip me while I was sobbing. He wouldn't let up for anything and used all his strength. I was struggling to get him off of me but he was too strong.

He didn't stop until I was limp. My back was red and even broken open in some places. Some of my blood was trickling down my sides and on to the floor. I didn't dare make a sound knowing he would probably hit me again. He got off of me slowly, being sure to not touch me. I closed my eyes because the pain was unbearable. I couldn't tell where he went. I was trying to stay conscious. There was a ringing in my ear and then it was gone. My vision got blurry and went in and out of focus. I knew I wasn't going to be awake much longer so I tried to make the best of it. I put my arms out in front of me and used them he pull my body forward. I was dragging myself towards the door, little by little. I took what small ounce of strength I had left to get my all the way to the door. I had no way of getting the door open though.

I eventually gave up moving and sunk down. I looked back to see that I left a small trail of blood on the ground. Great. I was beginning to get really dizzy so I had to lay my head on the ground. It felt like the room was spinning. I now knew I was passing out. Before I was totally gone, I saw Luke's looming figure standing over me.

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hey shawtys

happy (late) thanksgiving!

how was it for you

mah grandpa was rushed to the hospital!!!

hes ok now which is good

today is black friday but I'm inside wooh

amas and arias were great for both 5sos and 1d

96K THATS ALMOST 100 WOOP WOOP

thats all I have to say ok

bye lublies